Those bloody things are ruining the Tournament for me. What started off as a novel bit of local colour is now a mindless tinnitus the likes of which we haven’t seen since they attempted to brainwas Michael Caine in the Ipcress File. ‘My name is Harry Palmer!’
There are alternatives of course. All of which suck.
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