As I entered the O2 Academy in Oxford last Saturday, something felt strange. The air was thick, the bar was crowded and the DJ was already playing in anticipation of the headline act. It all seemed perfectly normal. Yet, something was amiss.
And then my friend turned round to me; her face pale, a mildly disturbed look in her eye.
‘Why is everyone here aged 12?’
Oh, yes.
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