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2016-04-22 04:54:23 I was made ●●●●●●ant two ●●●●●● ago ●●●●●●hrin spray ●●●●●● At the other end of the ●●●●●● there’s a large, sans serif “HRS” sign ●●●●●●cing that this is Martin’s ●●●●●●. “I’m not just a wide-boy ●●●●●●ter,” he says as he shows me round the three desks that make up the HRS HQ. He does, ●●●●●●r, give a very good ●●●●●●sion of one. He has wrist ●●●●●●sers next to his ●●●●●●rd, and he keeps ●●●●●●ted name tags from ●●●●●●ences he’s ●●●●●●ed, so that when he sits at his ●●●●●●rd he is ●●●●●●nted with a wall of ●●●●●●ent ●●●●●●ces all ●●●●●●ing him who he is. So again, the ●●●●●●ation is to mock. Yet ●●●●●●g to P●●●●●●au and Martin, it’s hard not to be won over by their ●●●●●●our. When you hear on the radio that small ●●●●●●sses form the ●●●●●●ne of the ●●●●●●y, ●●●●●●lly from some ●●●●●●ment ●●●●●●er whose only ●●●●●●ence of small ●●●●●●ss is ●●●●●●g his ●●●●●● to Londis, it’s hard to ●●●●●●e what small ●●●●●●ss means. H●●●●●●rth I am going to ●●●●●●e glum old A●●●●●● House, with Martin at one end and P●●●●●●au at the other, both ●●●●●● it a damn good crack. |