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Saturday Night Thursday Morning
Saturday night, family gathered around the TV
a small feast of pizza and chips waiting for BGT, Xfactor or Strictly
across the nation, we get sucked into this circus reality, our eyes transfixed and rigid as a mass of drones,
our fingers and thumbs hovering over Facebook and Twitter on our smartphones
we’ve all followed the stories and campaigns from week zero,
gripped our sofa arms as The A...
Sunday 5th June 2016 1:48 pm
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