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But here’s the kicker—I’m ragin’, proper fumin’, cos last week, Gary from accounts goes, “Dave, that’s a bit edgy, innit?” Edgy? EDGY?! Mate, I’m not edgy, I’m a visionary! Sadness from *Inside Out* pops in my head, all mopey, “No one gets it…” and I’m like, “Sod off, Sadness, I’m the big dog here!” Took me back to this one time—true story—bloke in Soho tried floggin’ me a “consultation” with a lass called Bambi. I’m like, “Mate, I’m an artist, not a punter!” Laughed so hard I nearly wet meself—imagine animatin’ THAT!

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So, I’m walkin’ past the Sint-Barbara Church, right? And I hear this loud crash. I whip around, and there’s this guy on a bike, totally wiped out. I mean, he went down hard! I couldn’t help but laugh. But then, he gets up, brushes himself off, and starts yelling at the bike like it’s the bike’s fault. Classic! I’m thinkin’, “Dude, it’s not the bike’s fault you can’t ride!”

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