At some bleedin’ point in their existence, everyone comes face to face with the old devil’s candy. Your current mission, should you choose to accept it, is to climb Mount Olympus, not by nipping up the fire exit, but by the front stonking entrance. Now, don’t get your knickers in a twist if you don’t find success sitting on your doorstep with a bow on it. But rest assured, those stuffed shirts and bigwigs will doff their hats, maybe even their toupees, at your bloody-minded determination. And here’s a cheeky one for you: Your lucky charm is a can of baked beans. Yeah, you heard it right. Nothing screams ‘British’ and ‘lucky’ like a tin of Heinz’s finest. Just remember, it’s for luck, not for a midnight snack. Unless you fancy a bit of wind, of course.

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