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Not my scene, but I do remember the primaeval Gammon-rage over all the hippies and wonks in the '80s and '90s. By the '90s, local landowners were actively recruiting thugs from amongst shoot-beaters, hunt-supporters, &c throughout Wessex to go into such gatherings and break heads and smash/burn vehicles before The Filth arrived. The damage and chaos would then be pinned on the crusties.
There’s an underclass between pikeys and poshies who fucking love to suck-up to landowners and who actively relish bloodshed and violence. Same people that kick the shit out of hunt sabs and suchlike.
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I was away in la la land and missed out on much of the rave scene that was to follow
I like the dates for this - all of June
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Just ordered that poster (reproduction) 
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Linky please
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Danke
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‘ESP sex menace’ 
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“They say you carry a big gun Mr. Damon . . . some say the biggest” /licks lips suggestively
“My reputation proceeds me” /debonair Bondian delivery
“Proceeds you by a fair measure I’d say” /gazing at crotch
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I, too, would be angry if I had a vagina on my knee 
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Only if it was your own, presumably.
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When you stumble around in the dark and bang your leg against the table and shout “fuck, my knee”
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I know we’re an unreconstructed collection of rogues and ne’er-do-wells, but I think you’re supposed to refer to them as “women” nowadays…
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Well, the whole of them, yes. But the bit you can see in the poster has its own name (and yes, I know it’s not vagina).
Solid Want
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