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Now, *The White Ribbon*, that flick – dark, twisted, my precious! “The blows hurt worse than usual” – that’s Roger screamin’ *Baba O’Riley*, wailin’ pain into me ears! Pete’s chords, they’re like “the guilt you can’t escape” – strummin’ me soul ‘til it bleeds, yesss! Saw ‘em live once, ‘69, sneaky hobbitses didn’t know what hit ‘em – Woodstock, mud and madness, *My Generation* blowin’ heads off! Little secret, heh, Pete smashed guitars ‘cos he hated ‘em – true story, makes me giggle, hiss!

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Apr 11,  · "I screamed 'my baby, my baby.' I looked up and could see two men at the window." 'I gave 25 years to this man who I adored. I'm not a saint but didn't deserve this' .

First off, I’m running late. Classic me, right? I sprinted down Haughton Road, dodging puddles like I’m in some sort of Olympic event. The weather? Typical UK—grey and drizzly. I swear, if I see one more cloud, I might just lose it. Anyway, I finally get to the office on Green Lane, and guess what? The printer’s jammed. Ugh! I mean, come on! It’s like it knows I’m in a rush.

Sadness as Darlington business set to close after 111 years of serving of the town