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I'm not nearly 21, sometimes I feel barely 16. on the way back form stay beautiful just now, I walked past Friary park with its primary coloured playground, and went on the swings and the slides and the see saw and and sat in the train and climbed the ropes and listened to eighties matchbox b-line disaster dressed in my long sparkly party frock and ridiculous platfirm stilletto heels. it was lovely, but I must have cut an interesting sight for any passeres by....