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Doom in the privet…

But first… Dulltown, Europe: Today’s existential angst is centred around the annoyingly odd spelling of the word rhythm… >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> So, Monday afternoon, I was walking up a busy road in the middle of an area of Dulltown frequented by university … Continue reading

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