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Bohemianism, I realise, is a bit like acne. You can cover it up, you can hide it completely for a time – but sooner or later it just breaks through. Tonight, my bohemian tendencies are stirring under my currently conventional existence. Friday evenings used to be shabby makeshift galleries, vodka drunk from plastic cups, and chats with my possession-free, art-focused friends. Now I’m perched on an