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I lost our mob and I was wandering around on my own. But I heard an Old Bill car fly by, so I followed that, walked round the corner, and there was a geezer who’d been hit so hard that his eye had popped out and it was resting on his cheek. He was covered in claret and that, and there was a couple of screaming girls around him and his fucking eye was on his fucking cheek. It just made me feel sick.