Bill Farrell As a student in London I was mostly cold during the winter. One evening around Christmas we went out caroling and raising money for charity. We sang in the key of loud while students would knock on doors asking for money or canned food. It was a common sight for bands of students to be caterwauling in the mews at night. One very cold, damp night we ended up in a pub, tired and freezing. The publican, a kind soul, sported a round of "port and brandy" to warm us up. That it did and I haven't been cold since! True story.
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