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At this point, a bunch of blokes in cycling gear were clustered round a trestle table replete with reasonable quality sandwiches. "Cycle for Sepsis," the legend on the backs of their cycle suits proclaimed. They were in high spirits, as they'd clearly recently cycled successfully for sepsis. "Simon! Simon! Simon!" they chanted—perhaps this was the name of the sepsis sufferer for whom they'd been cycling. They posed for a laddish team photo by the barricades, but the badger crew peered over at these noisy troublemakers. Someone officiously shushed them.Sadly, it appeared that British politics couldn't incorporate both anti-sepsis and pro-badger fraternities. Only a badger with sepsis could have brought them together.On Noisey: It's Time to Start Taking Justin Bieber Seriously
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