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Last summer, in London at least, the hoodie was transformed from a benign piece of leisurewear into a uniform for the disaffected, the angry, the malevolent. So much so that ‘hoodie’ was no longer a piece of clothing. It was a whole person. A hoodie was somebody likely to steal, plunder and do you unimaginable harm. People were crossing the street when a hoodie crossed their path - even if it was a 70-year-old gentleman walking his dog. That’s how quickly the fear had permeated the collective consciousness. And lifting the hood was tantamount to cocking a gun. .Mark Capell
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Dell had left the army and taken the discipline home with him. I’d left the theatre world and taken the whisky sodas home with me.Mark Capell
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There was a ringing in his ears, like a dead phone line that he couldn’t hang up on.Mark Capell