I had a somewhat unconventional new years. There were just three of us. We stayed in for a bit and watched a bit of Dylan Moran, before the road became too inviting to pass up. It was about half nine when we set off. On the way down it was deathly quiet, save for two or three old men outside a pub who cracked a generic 'you're a youth, henceforth
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feels like a short story.
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