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It is 1983 and you are in The Hoop and Toy. Outside the streets of London are starting to stink of Thatcher's yuppie excess and "fuck you, I'm alright, Jack" philosophy but inside The Hoop and Toy you are discovering that you like drinking and you love French girls. There are two of them sat opposite you, oblivious to your staring. One of them has the blackest hair and the blackest eyes you have ever seen. Her beauty is such that no one in the pub can concentrate on what they are doing. Except you, because you are learning to multi-task. It will serve you well. Twenty two years later you are in Joseph's Well listening to a band who sound like three hundred bands you have heard in between and Music Lovin' Johnny D is riding shotgun. You're still multi-tasking. There is a black girl who may or may not be unconscious of how she looks but you can see she has the fierce beauty that's like a currency at 22 years old. Plus ca change, plus c'est pareil. At least we got rid of Thatcher.