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Birmingham, 1978 I’m standing in a thin, freezing veil of drifting drizzle clutching a bucket of paste. Mulligan chatters beside me in skin- tight, black leather everything. He looks like an S&M garden gnome. “Right,” he says, “paste up the back of this one, shin up that lamp post and slap it...
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He was halfway through his fourth pint when the room filled with coppers. It was as if these “undercover” cops had mushroomed up out of the carpet’s filth. Masters of camouflage that they were, they had disguised themselves by removing their uniform jackets and helmets and donning identical dark...