London's streets are paved with gold and all that, but I wish I was in Birmingham tomorrow night to see Attila the Stockbroker. Ranting poets rock. In an eighties way, admittedly.
Or, if you're at Glastonbury, or in New York in July, you can catch him there. No idea what his current material is like. You may hate him. Your mileage may differ. Y'know.
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