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Poor-Man's Speed: Coming of Age in Wigan's Anarchic Northern Soul Scene
By 8 AM, I had recovered to the point where the following memory could imprint itself onto my brain: a kid with a quiff, in a leather jacket, doing long, slow spins through a shaft of sunlight. It was an endless, graceful movement, hands wedged to his...
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