Blimey, you’re in a right pickle, ain’t ya? You’re left holding the baby, so to speak, cleaning up another bloke’s mess. It’s like being the janitor after a curry competition! And it’s not just a case of tickling it with a feather duster; nah, you’re going to need the tenacity of a bulldog chewing a wasp to get through this malarkey. It’s all about putting your nose to the grindstone, mate, and not in the fun Saturday night sort of way, either. And for your little lucky nugget: don a pair of purple socks. Why purple? Well, it’s said to be a colour of power and ambition. Plus, they’ll distract people’s eyes from the circus that’s your life at the moment. Cheeky, ain’t I?

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