In which facsimile goes to the land of Birmingham, and gets blisters on her feet.

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Gasp! Emily has a crush, and it's not on Nicky Wire or a member of the Lord of the Rings cast. She denies it, of course, but I know it's true.

"Hello, we're the Manic Street Preachers and this is Motorcycle Emptiness."

. . .

I'm tempted just to leave it at that, but I never could get the hang of minimalism.

There was a life becoming a landslide

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That's a tremendous relief. In accordance with all those delightful comments, I will try to be less sodding selfselfselfdeprecating in future. As of now.

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Wow, look, I'm really cool!!

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...I must confess I do like Mr Ouix, and his journal, quite a lot. But don't tell anyone. Or hate me. Deal?

David, I presume?

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