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There was a Pimms kiosk at the Kershaw gig, I was eyeing it and all the colourful varieties, but ended up settling for a can of heed banging red stripe instead. Pimms strikes me as an upper class Wimbledon crowd pleaser. Still, one day.
Sparkling water is the devil's drink straight from the bog of the beast. I don't know how it manages to continue existing given the rankness.
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