The most comfortable and establishment piece of rave nostalgia yet. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, seeing as you have to been pushing forty to have been "there" in 1988- but I am anyway. Somehow i never imagined cosy reminiscences of coming up on a rhubarb and custard in some field off the...
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