Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Especially for R.

Got to love that poor guy in the tie at 2.40, just right of the guitar. Looks a bit like a bloke that threw us out of the Green Dragon that night eh?



R said...

Oh my god, I still love that song, I'm so tragic, I still dance like that, even more tragic!
Mayonnaise on your chops, nothing compared to what I've seen, crappy little cafe in London, Spag Bol, toilet, vomit, said spaghetti, cascading from nose, don't need phone image, burned into pysche forever. R.

Pesk said...

Heh. Producing foodstuffs out of my nose is my finely honed party trick I'll have you know.