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Crosstown Traffic – The Jimmy Hendrix Experience
We went as a convoy through the rush hour traffic. Even though it was Saturday, and early, the traffic was still heavy and it took an age. How commuters did the journey daily I couldn’t comprehend. It would have sent me postal. Itch and Twitch sat in the back. Twitch kept up a running commentary. I put on Capital Radio. It was as crappy as always, but it drowned out Twitch a bit. I hate DJs.
The skinhead had told me we’d do a dry run.
I followed the Merc round the back streets of Waterloo. Itchy leaned forward and whispered in my ear. ‘Don’t look now, but that’s the place.’
Of course, I looked. It was a scruffy office building, dating I guessed from around WWI. It certainly didn’t look like the sort of place to house millions in easi
