It's been a strange weekend.
Smile was not fun. Not really. Not helped, of course, by the unannounced arrival of Mr Look-at-me-I'm-wearing-a-porkpie-hat-and-waistcoat
'Tait Nucleus' Electric Six and his entourage and his SHIT taste in music. Anyone can plug their ipod into speakers. No one even knew who he was. The place also seemed to be full of
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