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Handheld phone video. The silver car hovering on strong white jets of air slowly lowers itself down onto the road at the kerb in front of the houses, the jets firing all the way down until the tyres touch, then cutting off with a hiss. The instant it lands, the traffic warden walks straight over and slaps a yellow parking ticket onto its windscreen. On his doorstep the old man in the cardigan watches, completely unimpressed, and takes a slow sip of his tea. Sound: the jets, then a quiet street a…
