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I used to live in an artist commune. They were dickheads, seriously, absolute tossers, with their fucking high brow cultural conversations. They pretended to read the Guardian but I know they only bought it to look intelligent, pathetic shits. They were also dirty, loud alcoholics. They thought I wasn't listening but I was. I know all of their seedy willy touching secrets. All in all I lead a happy life, looking after keys and pennies and other precious things. I love jodie.