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You poor poor boy. I cross my fingers for your good fortune 🤞

(I was at the Slough Festival, 1991, of course 😆 #sorrynotsorry)

I remember listening to it on repeat on cassette lying in the back of a transit van, sprawled over boxes of carpet tiles, driving for hours from Surrey to Flintshire for a week’s work. Worst job of my life, one of the best soundtracks of my life.