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?
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A Life Less Literary.
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- Pesk
- East Midlands., United Kingdom
- Pesk has three daughters - here known as Elle (22), Wibs (16) and Bonny (14). I used to write a lot - now I read a lot. My first wee book 'On the Edge' is published by Koo Press.
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2 comments:
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.
Heh. Producing foodstuffs out of my nose is my finely honed party trick I'll have you know.
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