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A few days ago, I stepped on a wood staple in my Nike Air trainers. The inevitable happened, and my air reservoir got a puncture. I was a bit sceptical that the air thingy did anything at all, but now that I’m listing to starboard with a deflation induced limp, I can appreciate that they did actually have some purpose.
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A bizarre but gripping story about a taxi driver who accidentally founds a religion in the distant future.
A preposterous idea, but it makes for a funny film.
Beautiful, political modern folk with its feet rooted in the past.
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