Abysmal depths of aggression.
January 13th 2008 It’s been two weeks since I hobbled into Backpackers in the wee hours of the New Year, and it’s taken two weeks for me to get back on my feet. For most of the past fortnight my ankle was as fat and purple as a ripe eggplant, ensuring that 2008 gets off to the same sorry start as its predecessor. It’s no surprise, given my recent history of disappointing New Year’s celebrations. If nothing
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