In my second year at university I made the mistake of moving in with my best friends from the first year on the only hill in Norwich. It was an incredibly steep hill and ,made up for the lack of any others by being forniddingly steep and depressing. It was next to the prison where Lester Piggott the prizewinning jockey was serving a prison sentence for tax evasion.
My friendship with the other guys in the house didn't make it until Spring although we've since made our peace . The album we listened through to over our months tigether was Anita Baker's Rapture. Probably the greatest album ever made.concerning the a sacred act of rumpy pumpy.
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