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Phil Teer
Phil Teer divides his time between Soho, where does something unexplainable in advertising and Brighton, where he is five years into a pub crawl. Mostly though he can be found on the train reading far more than is healthy and composing posts for his blog, lyrics for his imaginary band and redrafting his forthcoming (yeah, yeah) book on how boredom will kill consumerism. Once, on national television, he likened the royal family to an old family pet that was beginning to smell and needed to get put down, which annoyed his grandmother no end. You can find his blog at http://philteer.blogspot.com/ and on twitter as pteer.
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