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In with the Gin Crowd

Don’t call it a comeback.

What are we to do with our eyes?

Gin, cricket, art and war. And pubs, lots of pubs.

You’ve got a rare chance to escape in the dark, or even take a nap. Plus you get a rest from chat while someone else does all the work.

People are forced to exist in underground tunnels or high-rise monoliths, while at ground level cars roam free.

‘Fuck art, let’s drink,’ said Half-life, wafting warm air up his dress.

Cycle to pubs like country folk, but without running into your cousins, who may be your sisters.

Imagine a riverside location filled with characterful buildings, open green spaces and even a small farm. What could possibly go wrong?

Fuck the neutrals. Embrace the partisan.