- When I was England, I was a regular patron at a wonderful basement after-hours bar in the London 'burbs, which played a truly delightful combination of indie, britpop and 80's nonsense. One of my fondest memories is utterly losing my shit with the Boy in the Leather Jacket to some amazingly peppy, very English sounding guitar song and feeling as
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