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| Like this, only smiling |
I yearn for silence. I'm in the bar area of the Ibis hotel in Nottingham, where two smartly-dressed women are talking very loudly to each other about things that to me are absolute banalities. They're quite close together. No need to speak that loud. But if I'm honest, they're not TOO loud. So I take it back. It's not silence I yearn for, it's headphones. And Russian rap.
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| Nothing like this |
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| Or this, but this is so cool |
The Ibis hotel chain uses the same font as Monopoly. It's a fairly pleasing font made much, much better by familiarity. My heart warms to it simply because I know it. I feel like I'm about to land on something and get a bonus, or be thrown in Jail (ha - old habits die hard - when writing the rules of a Monopoly game, Jail always takes a capital letter).
My arse hurts. I yearn for that to stop. I'm sure it will.



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