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Eight years
Wednesday, December 10, 2008At exactly 8.54am this morning, as the creaking of 1960s Metropolitan Line rolling stock passing at considerable speed through the long-abandoned Marlborough Road station accidentally played the opening bars to Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard, it occurred to me that I might be on hiatus.
It's probably permanent.
Probably.
See you.
Jack.
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