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Someone Left The Cake Out In The Rain

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Of course, age has taken its toll, but this band always worked smarter, not harder. Jagger still snake-hip swaggers through a two-hour set that the ageing audience struggled to stand through, while
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“Some people sing about love, some people sing about war, some people sing about a better world to come. Well, I sing about all three,” 
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“No, I was aware of who Harrison Ford was! But I didn’t think, ‘Oh this is Indiana Jones.’ It was more along the lines of, ‘This is some lascivious old man and what is he doing at our table?’” she says and laughs. “I was being a smartass'
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By the time he was an 18-year-old punk, his betrayal was complete and he was laughing along to the Not the Nine O’Clock News spoof Super Duper (“one of us is ugly/ one of us is cute/ one of us you’d like to see/ in her birthday suit”).
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Shut in a tiny hotel room with a journalist who I realised didn’t like me. She was asking maths questions which I got wrong so she was able to write in the article that I was stupid. If that had happened now I would have just said, “Can you fuck off?” 
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'I think the music almost lives in its own world. I’d prefer to be remembered for being a decent person.'
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“I expressed a vague interest in going to university. My father said, ‘My darling, you’d be much better off learning how to make beef wellington.’
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“He’d totally moved on,” his sister, Rosemary (who cared for him until his death in 2006. “He didn’t like that world or want to be reminded of it. When people came to the door he’d say, ‘Syd doesn’t live here anymore’ — because he wasn’t ‘Syd’ anymore.”
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key to it all was Black’s Wonderful Life, uplifted with Golden Brown-style harpsichord and reframed by Anderson as being about how “death teaches you that you’ve got to live life to the full”. A life-affirming night to die for.
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Burt Bacharach & Hal David wrote Don’t Make Me Over her debut solo single of 1962 named from the phrase she had snapped at them when they gave Make It Easy on Yourself to Jerry Butler. After that they gave her her first dibs on many classic 60s hits
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“I’ve forgotten my kit, sir”
Billy Casper forced to go in goal during a P.E. lesson by his perennially angry teacher Mr Sugden
Kes is a timeless British classic about alienation, growing up and companionship, all things cleverly captured in its wonderful football sequence.

“I’ve forgotten my kit, sir” Billy Casper forced to go in goal during a P.E. lesson by his perennially angry teacher Mr Sugden Kes is a timeless British classic about alienation, growing up and companionship, all things cleverly captured in its wonderful football sequence.
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'Oliver is addicted to
burrata. Aren’t you, darling It’s practically a disease.' I don’t attend many dinner parties, but this seems to be the sort of thing people say at them. You smile wanly, but in your head you are boiling them alive in a vat of acid.
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