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Maryberry’s Hollywood Part Three (THE BIT IN THE END)

The last act is always the shortest. You’ve nearly made it. Thank you for your perseverance. My last months and weeks in LA were pretty good, as I got to spend time with people I was very fond of. Two most lovely guys, Aaron and Kenji, formed an illustrious pub quiz team with me. At our weekly get-togethers at Barney’s Beanery, we looked like a shiny happy Pepsi commercial, if you know what I mean. I eventually moved out of my flat in Hollywood and settled in with a couple a bit further West down Santa Monica Boulevard during my last few weeks. I had met them both a while back in Austria via friends. The male half of the liaison, Bernhard, was an Austrian chef who had opened up an Austrian sausage bar in downtown LA. He was ever so generous, letting me stay in the Spare Oom of their beautiful house in Westwood. The female half, Cindy, was an interior designer and beautiful lass from all over the place, and we easily connected via our shared love for anything British. I recognised
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Maryberry’s Hollywood Part Two (THE MIDDLE BIT)

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Maryberry’s Hollywood Part One (THE BIT IN THE BEGINNING)

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Shaun the Sheep Movie VS. Fantastic Four

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