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Here’s an ‘authentically me’ experience.   When I was 19, my parents packed me off to university with a crate of violently coloured alco-pops, I think Reefs if I remember correctly, and a disposable camera. I believe their parting words were “have a good time dear, we’re off to spend your inheritance” or something like that. I took their words to heart. Documented evidence of this can be found on my bookshelves in the form of ropey photo’s taken on said camera, including one...

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