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A "Falling Down" Moment

Brilliant story about a woman who went postal in a cake shop after being told they didn't have her favourite cake anymore.

My favourite bit of the piece is the desciption the police gave. "A 5'3" well built lady aged between 35-45 with shoulder length strawberry blond hair.." which has to be the politest way of say "big old ginger" in history.

Hang on, let me read that description again....has anyone asked Geri Halliwell where she was when this happened?

Woman goes proper mental in a cake shop

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