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Rod Liddle

I don’t care about the royal baby. What’s wrong with me?

27 July 2013

9:00 AM

27 July 2013

9:00 AM

Driving along in the car on a pleasant evening earlier this week, I was happily humming along to the toe-tapping sounds of the sadly defunct deathcore  stalwarts Anal Prolapse, when my wife leaned over and turned the CD player off and the radio on. Those smug and portentous pips sounded.

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