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The Sunday Papers

Another RPS Sunday. So it's a good time, as the poisons drain from your body from last night's thirty-something birthday party at a gloriously rubbish club, to catch up on a week's readings. We lob up a series of links to such things, and try very, very hard to not link to the track that left Alec, an awesomely sozzled Tom Francis and myself stranded in a close-to-empty floor and dancing for dear life.

Failed.

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