All Is Quiet On New Year’s Day

It was probably a bad sign when, on the way into the city to see the Mystery Jets, it became apparent that the kids on the other side of our train carriage were also going to the same gig. They were discussing their fake ID strategy for getting themselves admitted to the venue, which included the convulted explanations they were going to use for why the names on their tickets didn’t match the ones on…

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