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But ifr if, one of us had foolishly sat behind the wheel and edged out into the busy traffic, the experience might very well have been not entirely dissimilar to my first bash with Virgin's new answer to the darling of the super-consoles - Ridge Racer. Since none of us were in any Fit state we took a cab. Naturally the conversation (such as it was) got around to who'd be driving. And as sure as nighl follows late evening, we were smartly turfed out and told to go home. Eventually the bartender of time shook the cocktail mixer of inevitability and poured out the last orders of fate. The other night i was oirr with, a few friends getting very, very drunk.
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