Just when you thought it was safe to go back to the landing: within a few weeks of Mick Hall passing, legendary neighbour Helen, Bradford lass still up to teenage mischief at the weekends, when she wasn't being the Witch Queen of Kick-Ass Social Workers, despatched to the homes of the worst of the worst parents and the most feralized chilluns - she knew Doncaster too well, for instance. "It wo' beauty", was her highest praise term. She was and is a legend and a goddess, and children everywhere should weep. If she had a fault, it was really, really liking Faithless. But if she was convinced this wo' beauty, then I should rethink
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