TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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The sky is dark by the time we get up. Here's a rasher-and-tomato sandwich, washed down with orange juice, tea, and (for D) a quick fag. Oh dear liver, you may need lashings of Marmite on toast, to ease the memory of all the spirits consumed last night.