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Nice to see you, to see you nice...
toksik, I think I may have once inadvertently closed down Oxford Street... I'd had a barbecue on the Sunday afternoon, and, hungover, had been returning a beer cooler to a friend at work on the Monday morning. It was an old-fashioned one, a big plastic box with lots of plastic cylinders strapped in with metal bands. I fell asleep on the bus, woke up at my stop, ran down the stairs and into work, and realised I'd left the thing behind. A few minutes later they brought out the police tape. I felt a bit of a twat, really. |
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