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      <description>&lt;p&gt;I've been suffering from a particular phenonemon recently, whereby just as I'm drifting off to sleep I'll come up with a spectacularly interesting subject to blog about. When I awaken, it has gone, although I still remember the glowing sense of accomplishment that was about to be mine if I'd merely put finger to plastic. 
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So here are some of the lesser entrants that insist upon keeping hold of my vapid memory:
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English is the new French.
Spirals are the new triangles.
The Streets are wicked. Global phenonemon that Mike Skinner may have become, I feel a special empathy as I grew up nearby (Coventry rather than Birmingham) and also spent my London days in Brixton and environs. Please feel free to request a translation of any particular &lt;a href="http://vice-recordings.com/streets-lyrics.php" target="_blank"&gt;lyric&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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