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I can still smell the damp, musty rot of that Victorian terrace in South London where I spent three days …

I can still smell the damp, stagnant water from a burst pipe in a Victorian terrace I visited back in …

I remember sitting in a cramped, dimly lit doctor’s office back in ’94, watching a claimant try to explain a …

I remember standing in a half-collapsed warehouse back in ’94, the smell of damp concrete and stale smoke still hanging …

I remember standing in a cramped, dimly lit hallway of a retail unit back in the nineties, looking at a …

I once stood in a garage in East London, watching a young man stare in disbelief at an estimate that …

I remember standing in a rain-soaked driveway back in ’94, looking at a driver who was absolutely livid because his …

I remember standing in a half-flooded basement in Surrey back in ’94, the smell of damp drywall and old carpet …

I remember standing on the shoulder of a rain-slicked A-road in 1994, looking at a crumpled saloon and a driver …

I remember standing in a kitchen in Surrey back in ’94, the air thick with the smell of charred oak …