Jun 22, 2010 01:09
That fateful 2002 day, Spike found Giles already in his cups.
“Oi. You ‘eard?”
Giles looked up blearily. “End of an era, it is. Pull up a chair.” He pushed the Scotch bottle Spike’s way.
Spike sat, took a pull from the bottle. “I saw ‘im in London SS, y’know. Before MacLaren got ‘is hooks into ‘im.”
“Bollocks. The Clash’s first gig in support of London Calling.” Giles fished an ancient ticket stub from his shirt pocket. “Piece’a history, there.”
Spike raised his glass. “Joe Strummer. His like will never pass here again.”
Giles joined the toast. “Stay Free, Joe.”
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