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Found this up in the attic and remembered reading it at the start of the new millennium.
I first got to know Magnus Mills when I borrowed The Restraint of Beasts from Nick Coleman when we rented together in Riga in 2000
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It’s a very deep look into the day to day of working a job that serves no meaning or purpose. Everyone takes themselves so seriously