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Various shadowy underworld figures drift about these redbrick catacombs, transparent skinned red eyed junkies drudge by, minor hoodlums chase each other across rooftops and down fire escapes for long remembered debts. In the freezer section of some dark super market my mentor explains that they can sell these goods for any amount of money, however small, it doesn’t matter, it’s all profit. Hang on… memory kicks in. That sounds like one of the speeches from Goodfellas. Hmmm. Someone is after me now; I scarper from the catacombs and take my chances climbing down a rope on the side of a high wall. The rope is much shorter than the wall and so the final 7 or 8 meters are achieved by falling (a speciality of mine). I jump on a boat at a wharf and make my escape with a new companion. Now at see I clock my new accomplish and discover that he is the bloke from Diamonds Are Forever and we are heading towards certain death by Bond. Realising the futility of hanging onto such a character I make my apologies and leave him to his fate. He really had no idea! – Ah – hindsight, thank you. I charter the boat back to land go into a pub and win £25 on the fruit machine. Job well done.