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In the dark and distant past (well around 1984) I recall being roused from my slumber by my middle brother Chris (who, if you live in the Brighton Area of the UK, has probably driven your bus) hurried down stairs, fed a mighty breakfast (Ricicles, toast and tea probably), pushed into my hat and coat
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The Compostual Existentialist 