Blinding night in the Nags Head in Peckham, Del Boy was throwing Fifty Pound notes around like he’d finally offloaded that moody airplane he got off Trigger’s brother in law that used to sell those Guchi and Ormani t-shirts in East street market on a Saturday morning
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Go on, the old fellow.
You've better eyesight than me.
Don't get me started on olives.......
Edit....or the sex of peppers....