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163. Fiesta.

Standing at the side of the ring road for years and years, waiting for buses that are late, on time, that never come. Huddled in a freezing bus shelter or standing in the sun, standing in the dark, standing in … Continue reading

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121. Whole Lotta Rosie

My phone is ringing on Friday in 1995. It’s my mate, Genuflect. He says “Here, Luci, fancy nipping up to Newcastle tonight?” I say “Sounds good. Got anywhere to stay?” He says “Not yet. Fancy trying your hand?” So I … Continue reading

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