You know the poster. Bearded, beret-bearing bonce silhouetted on a Commie-red background, seen-it-all eyes still dreaming of a finer future. Probably next to another tatty one-sheet declaring, "Don't Walk On The Grass - Smoke It!" in the room of a student given to wearing East German Army jackets and never getting his round in.
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