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It was all very civilised. They handed me a complimentary glass of wine to have while my hair bleached (the cape they put over me had slits to put my hands through. Amazing), and a copy of FHM which I declined to read - I'm just not a "men's magazine" type of guy, and besides, I'd just bought the extremely fun Anthropology by . A t-shirt with some german underground railway map on it. A couple of CDs. And so forth.