Ben Potter, stage name Clint Delicious, 25, catches me later and, pint in hand, admits the full 11 hours is a bit much. "I get the idea that people on LSD would understand what he says," he tells me, swaying on his feet.
They were coming out of the Arena for their lunch break when I walked past them (not knowing at that stage what was on at the Arena) - it was quite blokey, a few sort of beardy anarcho looking types but essentially more normal than you'd expect for this sort of thing. Shows there's an appetite for some sort of systemic analysis of 21st C social life - even if it takes this weird conspiraloon paranoid form?
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