Supersonic 2007: the DiS review
Birmingham is wet. Really wet. I was splashed by a bus an hour or two ago and my jeans are still soaked; my girlfriend’s umbrella is offering no shelter whatsoever. And, to add insult to injury (for ‘injury’ read ‘dampness’), I’ve been stood in the wrong queue for something like 20 minutes. Welcome to Supersonic 2007...»

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