says the compere. They wear matching white vests and knickers and they are jumping up and down on the spot, holding hands. At first the room is silent enough to hear the metronomic thumps, the soft kisses of bare feet parting from beery stage floorboards Mike Conley is a thirty-year-old teacher from Manchester. His work […]
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