He saw that made some money off his and is now running a group. “All his old free stuff is now pay only? He’s following ‘s business model, isn’t he. It takes him mere moments to formulate a hypothesis. Daygamers like to spot patterns and to connect threads. He’s put his entire content behind a paywall together with his. “Has put his YouTube videos back up yet? He can’t still be shitting himself over that BBC documentary,” opines the rock’n’roller. Twenty minutes later they are each onto a second pint and deep into a discussion of the current state of London daygame. It’s buzzing inside with the after-work crowd. They walk down a narrow corridor past a couple of small booths and on to a large bar area. A warm blast of air from the interior of the Argyll Arms overwhelms them both. Rather frostbite than allow mittens to cover his skull rings. He long since lost feeling in his fingers. A woolly hat and thick scarf would probably stave of hypothermia, but such winter comforts would clash with his rock’n’roll jacket and obscure the three skull pendants hanging from his neck. Have you been daygaming?” asks a keen purveyor of the mystical street arts to another adept he’s just crossed paths with. “Hey big man, fancy bumping into you outside the Argyll Arms on this cold winter evening.
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