| Getting ready |
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| The latest Canon Convert |
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| Seven year smile |
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| Cabbing it to the club, something
of an irregular institution |
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| Club: Mass. Venue 10/10. Music:
where was it? |
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| JB tells the funniEst jokes |
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| Dave & Jess take their turn |
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| Some eatery I will not be
returning to in a hurry. Not exactly convinced by overpriced
middle-eastern food. |
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| West Coasters marvel at our
inappropriate apparel |
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| JB's home turf, Brixton |
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| JB is dressing as I did in my
twenties. And quite possibly vice versa. |
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| Gale-force |
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| LappyLove |
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| She's still Lindsay from the block |
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| Possibly SW19, South London's
busiest bar |
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| He wants a ruem |
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| The Polar Bar dispenses 99pence
beers on a Monday night |
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| That's some recipe, very
"light" |
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| A cracking good time etc etc |
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| Mr Campbell, seeing how much he
can distance himself from his former Andersenclone self |
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| Getting down |
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| Gimme shelter |
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|
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| Back for one last night of
BrainBusting |
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| Just don't eat the pasta... |
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