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100 Works of Art: (Audio) Town Called Malice by the JamThe Awkward Moment when your great ww1 hero sounds like a teenager on Tumblr I am almost tempted to write a story based on yelling Jess overheard from a very loud woman in the beer garden under my flat, which included the phrase "THEN WHAT WAS PHILIP DOING AT THE FUNERAL WITH A TASER?" and, while I was listening, a detailed description of how the speaker lives with her two dogs and her cat and what on earth the cat must have thought when the POLICE RAIDED HER FLAT. Next door's pub is a quality pub, last night produced some loud British people, loud Australians, and a loud American having a loud drunk conversation which included:
Irish bloke: Ah you see, I'm an Irish man -
American woman: Me too!
British bloke: No -
American woman: TO BE SURE I AM IRISH
Irish bloke, very sarcastically: Ah that's right. The louder you do it the more Irish you are. Everyone knows.
Also I made trousers: