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Bloody students and their mummies and daddies in their Home Counties Volvos.
"Tarquin, are you sure you'll be all right up here with all these Northern oiks?"
More like 'Tray-cee, this is West Street where you'll be getting shagged most nights.'
Are they included in the attendance![]()
Well it won't include me. Waited for a bus at Lodge Moor from 12.45 and have given up. No buses going up or down. What a fucking country this is.
Now where's that wine...?