When i went it was like standing in a queueueueueue of sweaty people in a big greenhouse.
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kHiTe Post-Punk Retro Child: Indier and Gother than Thou,
Sun 29 Oct 2006, 18:33,
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This.Queue for the bus. Queue for the 'road train'. Queue to get in. Pay through the nose. Queue to get lunch. Fight for a seat. Look at six square feet of sand labelled "California". Read some spurious ecofearmongering. Queue to get the 'road train'. Queue for the bus. Escape.
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collapsibletank procreates,
Sun 29 Oct 2006, 18:43,
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Or notWhen I went, no queue for bus. No queue for road train. No queue to get in. No queue for lunch. No fight for a seat.
I'm not quibbling with the "pay through the nose" bit, though...
(I'm not quibbling with the "pay through the nose" bit, though...
The Blue Aardvark Unavoidably detained by reality,
Sun 29 Oct 2006, 19:28,
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yeahmy t-shirt was sodden when I got out of there
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finnbar has officially retired,
Sun 29 Oct 2006, 18:49,
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