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I love the bone marrow of this football club . What it is. What it stands for, and what it means to so many and the thousands of others who will support this club long after i've been incinerated in an MDF coffin as Marvin Gaye sings me out into the great divide.
But fu ck me up the dirtbox i'm getting so bored arsing about at the fag end of the championship. Exisiting. Breathing. Consuming. Defecating.
This seemingly endless existence in Beige.
i'm 57 in november.. I loved the Gerry years in the early to mid 90's. I'm not a spoilt brat in a bunny eared romper suit for wanting a taste of that again before i turn up me toes am i?
Circa 1993 now seems like 'one million years BC,' with Raquel welch in her saber tooth tiger bikini.
It's just one game i know.. but still.. days like this as a QPR fan melt into each other like Neeskens , cruyff and total football . It grinds you down into nothingness.
I think it may have been Evelyn Waugh that once said that of all the phrases in the English language, of all the endless combinations of words in all of history, that " Blackburn Away", is the most beautiful.
0-0 in the cold grey Acid rain. A half time boil in the bag mechanically recovered meat paste burger and a trip to the Armitage Shanks to watch a packet of crushed rennie mixing in with the urinal cakes, citalopram discolored piss, and discarded lambert & Butler on the shithouse floor, being the highlights .
Walk with me through the universe. And along the way, see how all of us are connected. Feast the eyes of your soul on the love that abounds, in all places at once, seemingly endless, like your own existence. …
Listen to the old pagan Gods. Lord Summerisle has spoketh.
Do not single file queue at the bar of your local battle cruiser, lest your navel string be stripped from you and tied to a wicker mans corn fed Priapic phallus.
i Had this yesterday in the Hoop and grapes, Aldgate after work .. it's a sawtooth wave of barbarous carcinogenic bane into the pub culture of this country. thought of this..
I remember there was a programme on radio one years ago about life changing records.. they interviewed this bloke about this track. ..
he was in a coma following a bad car accident... he's mates were playing tapes to him while he was in that coma...
when he woke he said that he had to live, to stay alive because of this record . While he slept in an induced coma he said he had to wake up and survive for this track . the breakdown at 4mins 50n seconds gave him the will to live..
''i've got to stay alive" for this.
No bongos. No pinky and perky. No tucker and tate.
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