Tonight I'm a rock'n'roll scribe: Attack of the slightly slurring smog monster

For the second in his series of literary, rock'n'roll hijinks, Richard Milward decides that all you need is love. Unless, that is, you're being pinned to the ground by burly hotel staffAfter first nibbling ecstasy at 17, me and my pals made a conscious effort to play our lives out according to the merry Beatles mantra, "All you need is love"; being unconditionally warm to strangers; smiling 'til our jaws broke; hugging folk against their will. The crossroads in Boro where the stately Linthorpe p...

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