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With our base secured here in the press room, I can't help but feel as though I'm trapped in an elevator as an array of tedious, repetitive tunes (known as Muzak - in England, at least) trickle out of the loud-speaker and pollute my ears. But that's not the worst of it as there's a grand piano lurking on the stage and I deeply fear that the Devilfish is going to tickle the ivories and belt out a few numbers. That surely would be the first bad beat of the day.
