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“Blimey”, said Eric, as he noshed on the pie and mash lunch at Cookes, the best pie shop in the East End of London.  “Are you sure we can pull off a job like that?” “Yeah, ‘course we can” answered Freddy, “As long as we’re not stupid and keep mum about it.  You know the docksContinue reading “The Job That Never Was”