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Back in the wilderness years , (before i re-trained for 6 years to become a probation officer), as a non marine reinsurance broker/alcoholic/coke addict , i was at my 48th consecutive day of NA meetings ..
so there i was in the bermuda triangle of booze, gear, and bullshit city 1989--2008 sitting there mute. in a crumbling church at a na meeting..stupefied into silence by the demonic delusions of grandeur and ego of those in the semi circle with me earning £250,000+ in chalk stripe and gold card lunch expenses in leadenhall market.
at the end of the meeting feeling lower than Karen carpenter doing the limbo, the sponser pulled me aside and told me the story of' Dear prudence' by the beatles.
Humans are capable of great things. it changed my life. It will be played at my wedding. And i will remember where i was in 2008. people change, give them a second chance to prove it.
the Beatles cross the great divide of every generation.
of course. we understand. you feel. you feel beyond the plasma pool of simian understanding.
you're special. the rules don't apply to you. your special. especial.
we couldn't apprehend the depth of the cut. you feel. more than man. hence why the leftist must spill his seed in great abundance in perpetuity and in extremis on this forum.. even if it bores the living jolly green giant shit out of 75% of the collective.
well boston, my old mans sister married an ex public school boy lovegrove-herbage, and mick took his last name. Never into his herbs, more billy whizz back in the day.
Mick is the penfold looking bloke in white denim and andy cap hat.
Danny, i think we've been prancing about together on this forum for a few years, and like DJ Mike smash i don't like to talk about it, but i did many years ago on here that Mike herbage is my cousin.
He now lives in Romford working as a postman!.. a long way from NME guitarist of the year 1980!.
My abiding memory of Mick, as he's known to us , is him splayed out out on my aunties sofa in dagenham back in the late 70's, with his mohawk stuck to her anti maccasar via harmony hairspray! we had to cut it off him!.
i looked up to him as young kid like he was david bowie!,
he called Richard jobson 'a Kilt wearing cnt' backstage on top of the pops, when jobson lorded it about after a couple of hits and called department s 'Tacky herberts'
i'll let him know next time i see him that he is remembered, Still.
Hackman's interaction with John Cazale was beauty to behold. Cazale's only other films were 'The Godfather' 1&2, 'Dog day afternoon' and 'The deer Hunter' , not too shabby!
Gene was equally as good, if not better in 'The Scarecrow' with Al Pacino. try to see it if you can.
For me the 1970's was the golden age of dojo exploding cinematography, expermentation of scripts and the actors true craft .
Not even Mica Paris sitting on my face flicking my hampton with a bamboo handled ostrich plumed feather duster could put a smile on my face.
Yet Perhaps a nice 2-0 away win at those silverfish infested, peg toothed, homo erectus sea manateee shaggers in their Portsea middens could cheer me up a bit.
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