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That butcher's shop closed a couple of years after that shot was taken.
For a while I fancied trying to buy that pig mannequin* but my partner at the time was not convinced that it would add much cachet to our sitting room (which at the time was very reminiscent of a pigsty, so it may have been too close to the bone...)

The decommissioned parking meter in the garden was already too much for her (a heavy piece of gear that I had somehow managed to carry back from Baggot Street in my drunken state).

*struggling for a better term to describe this customer magnet