In my early 30s I was a quasi arts talking head thing for expos. It was a weird transition phase, for everyone and best forgotten. For this reason, I spent hours in an ancient Mercedes estate car who never let me down, and now rests in a meadow, as she should. One day we were on the A66 to the Bowes Museum and if you know the 66 you know it. It’s like a…
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