Cult betting on the Eurovision song contest (Rousse)

I took the number 10 bus to Granton, then called for the kayak taxi from the pier. The kayak took me as far as a sandbank. I crossed the sandbank, then swam to the small island in the forth. Here I saw the brand new housing complex, members of the cult, and their leader.

The guru was a man in his sixties sporting grey hair and a beard. He had convinced his followers that they would each win £40 million by betting on the Eurovision Song Contest.

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