Source: CVG
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London. A wretched, smoky eyesore, overrun by demonic overspill, and populated mainly by hand-claspingly sycophantic homosexuals and fat-tongued cockney imbeciles. At least, that's what the scriptwriters and voice actors at Flagship seem to think.
Within minutes, I'd had sexual advances from a besotted Techsmith, although he'd probably have said the same sycophantic ear-scratch to a female character. An hour later, I bumped into a shy tribute to Morrissey who refused to meet my eye (nice touch), but bellowed a randomly-selected pick of his stock phrases with the thick shout of a Cornish bumpkin (not such a nice touch).