I first met Big Jim on the night of Claire's last DJ set. There I was, with my head down the loo, on my hands and knees, vomitting up the last of the snakebite. It was that kind of night. So I finish up, wipe my mouth clean and try to feel more human. As I walk out of the cubicle, he's stood there, with his big shit-eating grin, combing his hair
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