You’ve had a bit of a Barney Rubble lately, haven’t you? Watch your gob when you’re chinwagging with the bigwigs, don’t want to wind up in the doghouse, do we? Bit of the old manners and the glad eye might just stop them from giving you a good roasting. But don’t be a mug, if it looks like you’ve won the pools, chances are you’ve stepped in a pile of dog’s dinner. It’s like a Carry On film gone terribly wrong. And your lucky charm? A four-leaf clover, mate. Chuck one in your pocket, you never know, might help you dodge the next disaster. But remember, if it starts talking, you’re not lucky, you’re mental.

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