Was that a prophecy? DJ’s on his way alright – all the way to Birmingham.
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An exercise in dispelling the myth that all in suburbia is banal and pointless only to find that, by and large, it actually is and that, more importantly, it is beautiful in its ordinariness.
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February
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- Situation Vacant
- My son (wot I love)
- Napster, Laptops and the orgasm of Camden Market
- Brown Stains
- The Best Laid Plans
- Beyond belief
- Allez, allez, allez
- knackered
- Siblings
- mercy dash
- Dedicated Followers of Fashion
- pant pisser
- Result
- at the centre, we are children, we are welcome
- TFI Half Term
- 9 sleeps 'til school again!
- A Spark in the Dark
- Wu Wei
- You Gotta Fight For Your Right...
- Staying up late with PDA
- Life is like a slow train crawling to harrow and w...
- Uruk-Hai play football
- DJ All The Way (2)
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