Evesham Rock City

Aug 29, 2008 00:37

Startling eighties flashback.

Need I point out that this mob were entirely not my pint of nasty bitter, served by a surly Outlaws prospect from behind the bar at the Copperfields? Whatever, I suspect that only uk_jon will get the alleged joke. The prospect's dead and Wrathchild aren't. Strange business and no mistake.

Startling turn-of-the-decade flashback. A big pile of Cisco and Sun kit left to fester in a room with an interesting deadline. All I need now is a jug of vodka-redbull, a tray of free sushi and an ugly polo shirt. It's actually, um, well, fun is the wrong word (although it is fun).

Still can't ride a bike worth a light or go for longer than three hours without stuffing food in my face, which is a bit bloody poor, all things considered. If it's not one thing it's space badgers joyriding a milkfloat through an off-licence.

Which is why I've gone quiet. Ish.

you couldn't make it up, unstructured wardrobe, old swan

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