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In this short existence. Given I live a land of plenty. I’m not oppressed nor am I impressed and can write shite and talk bollocks. Especially after a litre of Sherry:
What makes your life bearable. Beyond , family, friends and all that. What goes on in your head. On your own. At 3.27 am.
I can honestly say it’s about XTC. Not Rangers, love them that I do.
I woke up the other night and could’ve sworn that Andy Partridge was shaving our dog.
We don’t have a dog.
My simple pleasure is getting to the end without being interrupted.
Watched a Brian Cox (dream scientist one) saying that, given some sort of shit and stuff basically we are the only advanced species ever or ever will be.
He’s a clever bloke that was in a shit band.
I’m meant to trust his opinions on life and XTC’s fifth album?
Life. Use it up or wear it out.
No idea what I’m talking about now. Started in a sprint , ended on my arse, gravel in the gob.
I absolutely love The Kinks and always wanted to go into The Clissold. My brothers partner lives up that way and took me in there.
A massive disappointment. One, it’s barely a pub. A restaurant with draught beer. Two, the room set aside for The Kinks was a sorry sight. Given their stature and role in musical history, it was a derisory effort.