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“As London Bridge burns down, Brixton’s burning up, turns out you’re in luck cosâ€� I know this dodgy fuck in the duck.”
― Mike Skinner

“in the car park a young father whispers
weed smoke about how his life feels,
like that burnt-out car that never moves,
the one with the shattered windows
leaving diamond tears in the asphalt.”
― Roger Robinson, A Portable Paradise

“You fooled us. Render your work, not your lives.
This seems like the newest answer to an old question.
Cheap muscle and blood to build you an Empire-
that we can't stay in. Gran's gone missing from
Saturday morning. Brixton Market? No one is frowning at
the quality of the yams, or asking how the snapper's
eye so cloudy. There'll be no Saturday soup tonight.”
― Roger Robinson, A Portable Paradise