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> I can put up shelves and sh1t


DIY, good. Scatology, not for everyone. A touch specialist for most.

Not sure which Andy you're referrring to Quids.

But, I'm fairly sure I don't wish to employ him as a carpenter and I'm definitely certain I won't shake his hand.

In the 90's Andy became a Council employee working on policy formulation and delivery.


At the same time he was also helping out at a church based youth club on Monks Hill, a social housing estate in Croydon, and began to recognise that the policies he was writing for Croydon Council were having little real effect on peoples lives living on Monks Hill.

LuvPeckham Wrote:

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> What the F**K is going on here ??? :-S

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> More important is Where's Wally ?


Memories! I'd totally forgotten about the omni-present "Wally".)


No Rock Festival or Concert would be complete with his name echoed over and over again by the crowd.:))

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By 2000 Andy was a successful Policy Officer in the Cultural Services Department at Croydon Council. In 2001 Andy gave up his job, sold his house and went to live and work on Monks Hill full time. Since then he has lived on the poverty line, as a community development worker on the estate.

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