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I am Zander Laney, so what? Welcome to the Melchester Odyssey, it's part 79.

We only managed to get half way through last time, we've got a bit side track by Lewis Suarez

and is Paul Sean for biting people but we're back where we should be. Trevor Brinston

has been apprehended by the Melchester crowd near a wall which doesn't simply

fucking go anywhere, a wall that seems to be in the middle of the stand.

Too much on that I think. No because it's quite interesting that back in these days, in the eighties

there used to be more walls that just were there and didn't seem to go anywhere, you don't get them

anymore. Yeah that's true. How much of a role did walls play in your life when you were a kid?

I would rage at a lot. A lot, you would jump over them, you would sit on them, you'd walk along them.

You'd hide behind them. For fun, yeah. Sometimes attempt to destroy them, like take bits out,

you would sometimes write on them. Yeah, I mean I grew up in a little village called

Shiny Roar, which I've mentioned before. I used to have to walk up the hill in Shiny Roar,

the main road was on a slope and there was a wall went up the side of the pavement.

Alongside the slope and it was a lower wall, which when you're a little kid, you know I'm

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