Stealing pears

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Transcription Funnily enough, Another one that was my name. Up the Worcester Road and uh you know the paddock, you know, and the farm just there was Mr. Evans. And just up there, I go to the paddock.

There's a footpath up there onto Dog Hill, you know, OK. And just over there, there was a big pear tree, a big pear tree. Anyway, I was, there was 4 or 5 of us.

That was our playground all around there in the Connery woods, you know, we, we, we, we went everywhere. And, and I was able to drink.

And everybody else had disappeared.

There was me talking to him. And he was saying, come on down, I'm waiting.

Paris wasn't right because we used to, we were starving. And And down I come, he got hold of me by the jacket.

Come on, he said. Marched me across there to his house.

And he picked up the phone and he said, is that the police? And I didn't know. Yes, I got somebody that you know, trespassing and this that and the next thing that his wife was there. And he said to me, what's your name? I said, George. He said, George, what? I said, Evans. Oh, he said, same name as mine. And He probably was winking at his messages all the time, like he said, well, he put the phone down, he said, well, if your name's the same as mine, he said, I'm going to let you off this time.

Not like they could have done anything, of course, like, you know.

Oh dear, dear, dear, dear.

Oh, I love to escapades. I've never done anything nasty though.

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