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London > Manchester
London's unloved slouch behind me in the courtyard. It's early morning but the third can of Tennents Super or White Lightning or whatever they are drinking is already in fear of being made extinct.
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You know who you are...
Truth and love are the shit to me. Your harsh words mean shit to me. They don't, but I can't say that. I'm standing dazed - you've knocked me flat. You come at me with all this grief. I don't want none of this beef.
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Saturday Night Ramblings (Part 1)
There are certain issues about getting old that we all have to come to terms with; memory failure, death of contemporaries, loss of bodily functions. But I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about the realisation that you aren't as young as you thought you were. The time when 1 in the morning suddenly becomes a barrier that you seldom break. Premature ageing is not something you want to brag about, it's not cool to always be the first home and to consider people your own age young and foolish if they are still doing drugs because why would you want to see daybreak? But if they are the cards you are dealt then that's what you have to play with.
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