Stuck some where between rockabilly and skinhead-dom


I know I said that this was going to be a blog of my time at uni.

I lied.

I have to resit my second year. And I don’t have the motivation to keep documenting it, when all I did last year, was to rant and angst about maths. the posts I was happy with, we’re nothing to do with uni.

This year probably won’t be much different. Except I’ll have done it before.

I’m moving house and that is causing enough angsty rants. So believe me, you do not want another blog full of anger about drunkenness and angst about the fact that I am shit at maths and chemistry.

I’ll leave it here, cos believe it or not, I’m actually proud of a few of the posts. But don’t expect anything new to pop up.

Like anyone really read it anyway.


Rockers Reunion 2011.

So its been aaaages since I put anything upn on here.  Mainly cos I’ve not really had much to say, a little because I might have forgotten that I had the blog. Well I’ve remembered now so you’re all going to have to suffer my disillusioned and pointless thoughts and rants once again….or at least till I forget again.

Well a year and a day ago, I posted about the Rockers Reunion 2011. You may remember (you won’t, I  can barely remember writing the sodding post) that there was a bomb scare and we all stood around the van in question talking until we were allowed back into the bar.   Well on Saturday, it was the 2012 Rockers reunion. And it was amazing. There was no bomb scare, although it got a little lairy at the end when the bar closed and the security people had to tell a couple of hundred aging Rockers and Teddy-boys that they couldn’t go to the said bar. But hey, this lot have had 40 years plus to practice drinking, they know their stuff.

So if you ignore the fact that I was the youngest by about 20yrs (although I did see a few kids wandering round with quiffs and the like that looked pretty cool) I fitted in alright. CAT boots, and a leather jacket, sorted! And it was such a good night. The first band “The Obscuritones” were very good and ended up with two encore’s. Although I suspect that was because there were aload of old rockers there and the two singers were very pretty girls who were wearing very nice dresses. But the music was good. Catch a glimpse of them here —>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JGCGIZAEsHk

Next up were the Twangmasters. I thought they were good, other people didn’t. I dunno, I guess they didn’t really perform on stage that much. But the music was very good. Maybe they are just better at the recording stuff than the live stuff. But seriously, give ’em a listen. —->http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_57Ziqn_e0&feature=related

Then was Bernie Woods and the Forest Fires. I couldn’t decide whether the lead singer was a mafia boss, a London Gangster or a darts player but the music was pretty good, so I guess it didn’t really matter. There was one song where they got their drummer up the front with them on a little drum set and it was really good. This is a clip from the actual night, brilliant cover of “Washing Machine Boogie” —>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yf_TbW-C3XU

Next up were The King Drapes. They are a Finnish band. They were ok, I guess but not as good as the bands billed before them. Its a shame really, its never good to turn round and see half an audience…but well, stuff happens. Don’t rely on my opinions though, I’m just a 19yr old student that wasn’t even around for the original Rockabilly / Teddy-boy scene. —>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qt2jYri2IWo

Then, the headliner! Mr Ray Campi!  That man is a legend. He’s seventy seven years old. You’d forgive him for being a little bit doddery and croaky. But he wasn’t, the band was tight and he was a brilliant showman, teling stories to the crowd and jumping up on his bass at the beginning of “Tore Up” Aaaaand I got to meet him. Got his autograph and shook his hand. He’s a  genuinley lovely bloke and he can’t half play rockabilly. Here are some links from the night, cheers to the person who put it up.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J8fusq_ispo – “How Low Can You Feel”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xEDGZvV4-yM&feature=related – “Tore Up”

Then of course, the Stalwarts of the RR, Crazy Cavan and his Rhythm Rockers. They close every Rockers Reunion and they are amazing. They weren’t nearly as drunk this time though, which was odd. But nonetheless, their belting rendition of “Old Black Joe” brought the house down and got everyone going. Check them out here—->http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w7eEvbLPyRI

All in al, it was an epic night, as it was last year. Was not happy when I woke up in the morning and realised it was over for another year. But the memories are bringing a massive smile to my face as I sit here typing this with a medley of Crazy Cavan songs playing off youtube.

Rockabilly Rules OK! ——And before you accuse me of being pathetic and annoying writing that particular phrase…its the title of a Crazy Cavan song, so up yer!

Regrets…Such a bad word.

It has come to my attention that I do my best thinking at stupid o’clock.

It has also come to my attention that I do my worst thinking at stupid o’clock.

There’s a nice paradox for ya.

So there I am minding my own business in the early hours (my mind has resolutely given up on sleep, and I’m about to make it worse by thinking.), and the one word that comes into my head…”Regret”
Not the most happy/helpful words to pop up at half whatever-the-fuck-the-time-was.

So, in the words of Frank Sinatra;
“Regrets, I’ve had a few;
But then again, too few to mention. ”
Fits like a glove. I’ve had a few, everyone has. But not all that many. I mean, I’m only 19. Not like I’ve had that much time to amass a lot have I? Not in the grand scheme of things. But still the ones I have are enough to be getting on with. I figured I should probably sort these out before I ended up with more. Otherwise, it’ll get to the point when the only thing I can do is run away from them. And that isn’t good.

Brings me on to my first. I regret that my will power is absolute shit. Case in point; I’m sat here writing this when I have an essay due in tomorrow that I still have 1800 words to write. And I’m contemplating going to bed and getting up in the morning to do it. Fail already. The me that I’d like to be would just sit here, write it and go to bed happy. The me that I am, will probably go to bed and not sleep because she is worrying about the bloody essay and then wake up grumpy and worried and in no way in the right frame of mine to write said sodding essay. And by writing that, I’ve demonstrated that I know my failings and I’m still too fucking dumb to sort it out and write the bloody essay.

Secondly I regret that its taken a year and a half to get stuck in to life at Uni. By that I mean actually drink more than one drink.  I regret that I lack the  bit of me that will just jump in and do things, have that other drink, join that thing that I wouldn’t normally join…say things that need to be said and not hold back. The me that I wanna be would have done all that in the first Fresher’s week. She would have taken a lot less longer than a bloody month to feel safe having A drink. She might have actually talked to people instead of waiting to be spoken to. Instead…Well I barely spoke to anyone and drank nothing but Coca Cola for the first month and a half of uni. And then got so used to it that the idea of having two alcoholic drinks was actually scary. What a plonker! As it is, I’m sitting here realising that my plan to let go a bit and have fun on the last student night of the year has hit one important snag…I’m bloody scared already.

Biggest regret though? The fact that I’ll probably read this over in a year and realise that fuck all has changed. I’ve not got it in me to be the “me that I want to be” I’ve identified whats wrong, I’ve written it down (typed technically)…and I have no idea what to do with the knowledge.

Not bad going for thoughts generated at a time when I’m barely conscious is it?

*Inserts bit that acknowledges that there are a lot of people in the world that have a much tougher time of it than me and I should probably feel lucky that all I really have to worry about is a little lack of confidence*

I get that I really do, but I can’t help those people. Me, me I can probably sort out given time and will power…or just age.


So now I’m going to bed in an attempt to make sure I have a vague amount of sense during essay writing tommorow…

Nothing will have changed when I wake up, except that I’ll probably regret posting this. 😛

Auf Wiedersehen Pet.

Been watching this a lot recently. Bloody brilliant it is. Un-PC, un-censored (Well mostly, there’s not any swearing more than “shit”), good old fashioned lads Telly.

So I guess, it shouldn’t really be my cuppa should it? But then, look at my form so far…Minder, The Sweeney, The Likely Lads. Not exactly chick-flicks and Rom-coms is it?

What makes it good? Good question, not that anyone actually asked. Well, I’m gonna tell ya anyway. Not like I’m forcing you at gunpoint is it? I hope you read on though, someone’s bleedin’ gotta. (Queen of the self deprecating humour, that’s me. Not even very good at it.)

Anyway, back to the point. What makes Auf Pet good? Probably the plots, well the realism at least. Its just about 7 normal blokes working on a building site in Dusseldorf, Germany. You can relate to them, to a point. I mean their normal blokes, forming friendships and  just living life.

Also, the scripts are tight and the characterization is spot-on.

Anyway here’s a clip of the lads comparing themselves to the Magnificent Seven. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qYrTs0HPCQc


And if you like it, the entirety of series 1 and 2 are on YouTube. I reccomend it heartily.

Deathwatch (2002)

Spent a good part of the day watching a film with Lottie. Deathwatch. Now considering I’m not a fan of supernatural horror films, its no surprise that I’ve put off watching this for a considerable while (at least 4 months). But I do enjoy war films so it had something going for it.

I’m glad I finally watched it as its an amazing film. It had a pretty good cast list. Laurence Fox (The Hole, Lewis), Hugh O’Connor (Killing Bono, Lewis), Jamie Bell (Billy Elliot, Tintin), Kris Marshall (Love Actually, My Family). And then Andy Serkiss (LoTR, Burke And Hare 2010), Matthew Rhys (Columbo), Hugo Speer (Bleak House, Full Monty), Dean Lennox Kelly (Being Human, Dr Who), Torben Liebrecht (Accomplished German Actor) and Hans Matheson (Sherlock Holmes, Clash Of The Titans 2010).

Now for much of the film (pretty much all of it except the very beginning) these are the only people on screen. And it has to be said, they carry the film very bloody well.

HERE BE SPOILERS!!! Highlight the gaps in brackets to read. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

The protagonist of the film is Private Charlie Shakespeare (Jamie Bell) who is a foot soldier who lied about his age in order to join up. He admits to one of the men later in the film that he is only 16 instead f the 18 you had to be to sign up. He starts off being dislike by a few of the men or being cowardly (He bottled it and left a man to die at the very beginning. Won’t say who, that’s even more spoliery than I’m willing to be.) 

The men, scared and in danger, happen upon a German trench and take one of the German’s there prisoner. He is terrified and with good reason. (The Trench is haunted/possessed/pure bloody evil. He’s important take note of him) The soldiers, at first dismiss it but then one of them dies. That isn’t spoilery. The film is called “Deathwatch”, people are gonna die in it. (Kris Marshall’s character gets killed by living barbed wire. None of them see it, but its pretty natural from the way his body is stood there that it wasn’t an accident.) Then one by one, the soldiers start dying -> Massive chunk of spolieryness here = big blank bit on blog post. Honestly, persevere, there is an end to it.

(First Bradford (Hugh O’Connor) and Jennings (Laurence Fox) find a radio. When they get it working, the broadcast is essentially some higher up person in combat, shouting about the platoon being killed. They of course find this worrying as they are very much alive. (Or  are they?) A little after this, Starsinski (Kris Marshall) is killed. Remember? The barbed wire killing? This sets the men on edge. They are pretty sure that’s not normal.

A little later there is a raid. Much shouting and screaming and bomb noises ensue. No enemies turn up. The group is all split up and Private Hawkstone (Hans Matheson) is sent to look for Captain Jennings. While he’s looking, the aforementioned Captain has gone a little mad with fear, falling about and screaming for Sergeant Tate (Hugo Speer). When Hawkstone does eventually catch up with him, the captain is in such a state of panic that he shoots Hawkstone in the head. Its only when the others turn up, that he realises what he’s done.  He then goes into complete denial, behaving like an officer, seemingly oblivious to what is going on.

A red mist comes out of no where and enters McNess (Dean Lennox Kelly), prompting him to try and leave the trench. Jennings threatens to shoot him for desertion (he’s still a bit doolally at this point, I’d have bloody legged it with him) and then Quinn (Andy Serkis) talks him out of it, getting the gun off him, before kicking the shit out of him. That’s the kind of guy Quinn is.

Then in the ensuing argument, McNess legs it and is shot by Bradford. Oh and eaten by the ground in front of one of the boys eyes. Mustn’t forget that. None of the others see this except Charlie, who is on watch somewhere and sees it through binoculars. He then tries to tell the other but they tell him to shut up and ignore it. They are supposed to follow the captains orders, “If the captain says we hold the trench, we hold the trench”. Never mind that the captain is off his rocker eh lads?

A little later, they are ordered for inspection by Jennings. Honestly, he’s nuts. They are in the middle of a bleedin’ evil trench, people keep getting killed, one of them by the ground! And he wan’t a flippin’ kit inspection. Tate thinks this is as foolish as I do and says as much. And gets slapped and a pistol to his head for his trouble. But I love Laurence Fox so I’ll forgive him for being an idiot in this. Well half forgive him anyway. Its really foolish. This is when one of them notices that Quinn (the crazy bastard) is torturing their prisoner. They dither about for a while and then Jennings (The other crazy bastard,although fear drove him nuts so I guess he has half an excuse. Quinn’s just a nut job) realises that he isn’t at the inspection thing. *Facepalm* Really man, you have bigger thing to be worrying about. The trench is trying to kill you!

Anyway Jennings confronts Quinn and gets killed for his interference. But not before Quinn  beats him up and has a go at him.  Tate, takes exception to this and goes to sort him out, only to end up tangled in barbed wire. And then get his head caved in by Quinn. Did I mention that he has been carrying a bat with nails in it around since near the start. No? Well that’s a crazy mad bastard for ya. Charlie obviously is not happy and confronts Quinn.  He raises his gun, but he can’t shoot. “I’m NOT A MURDERER”. Then before he gets chance to act, barbed wire comes out of the ground and rips into Quinn. There’s a lovely shot of an end of the stuff bursting through his neck.

Thoroughly terrified, Charlie heads back to their HQ where he remembers Chevasse (Ruaidhri Conroy). He was wounded at the start and has being lying about in pain ever since. Charlie talks to him and at some point realises that rats are eating Chevasse’s legs. When Chevasse notices…well he screams alot, with fear as well as pain. Although I am unsure why he didn’t notice before. Charlie, crying and scared, shoots him in the head to put him out of his misery.

Its then that he finds Bradford, towing Cpl Fairweather (Matthew Rhys) by barbed wire along the trench. There’s a bit of an argument with Bradford shouting that the thing is inside him and Charlie needs to shoot him. Charlie refuses and then Bradford shoots Fairweather in the head. Charlie finally snaps and runs at Bradford, shoving his bayonet into his stomach. And then fires the gun. Epic.

So now its only young Charlie left. He goes to run and the evil living barbed wire cuts him off from escape. Then a big pit thing opens next to him, and despite a desperate struggle, he falls in. Honestly its better than it sounds. When he comes round, he walks into a creepy green lit place and sees all the members of the squad sitting around a small fire. They are clean, blood and mud free and all seem to be getting along again. And then the reality dawns on our young Charlie. These men are dead. He killed one of them himself. That makes him….lots of shouting “I’M NOT DEAD! I’M NOT DEAD!” Then he runs away. 

He comes face to face with the German prisoner pointing a gun at him. After a conversation. “I saved you” (from Quinn) the German says; “You were the only one that tried to save me, that’s why you’re free” And Charlie runs away over the top of the trench. 

Then… Some men, scared and in danger, happen upon a German trench and take one of the German’s there prisoner.
Sound Familiar? Oh yeah. The German guy is the Trench. Le Gasp! 

Basically all the men died on that battlefield at the beginning and this was their judgement (according to a review I read sorry I can’t remember who it was but credit to them for the idea). I guess that means Charlie either didn’t die, or went to heaven. Not sure which.)


Phew. Spoilers over. Film over. Which is a shame but honestly, that much blood and gore and angst, couldn’t go on for too long.
I will be seriously pissed off if my whole spoiler hiding thing didn’t work. 

In all fairness its a great film. Go watch, Go Watch, GO WATCH!
This trailer shall convince you. ——>  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_kHFX3lRX0o
^ I should probably make noises about being over 15 and all that, but you won’t listen if you’re not anyway. Not my fault if it scares you. I gave you warning. Sod it the world’s a scary place anyway, one movie ain’t gonna hurt. 

Although I have to say, I’m pretty glad that after 1 hour and 50 minutes….I can leave the trench.

So I can’t trust at least two of my house mates :P


There’s a little thing called the edit button and I know how to use it.

Now stay the bloody hell off my sodding laptop!

Funny couple of days

In which I went burglar hunting with half a bottle of Oasis, got less sleep than I should have and solved the mystery of the mysterious bruise.

Facebook changing means that this blog probably doesn’t show up on alot of people pages anymore. Also means that barely anyone is reading this thing. Means I can be more honest and open with my feelings. I won’t of course. There are somethings that the internet doesn’t need to know. I’m good at hiding how I feel, there’s no point doing that if I’m then gonna shout it out into cyberspace.

I changed my tagline on this thing today.. “Stuck somewhere between rockabilly and Skinhead-dom” It sums it up today. I mean my ipod playlist has been;
– Johnny Cash
– Johnny Horton
– Madness
– The Specials
-The Beat

Bit of a mash up to be honest. I went to see The Specials (Inserts shameless plug of after gig post here– Go read.) And hopefully in January I’m going to the Rockers Reunion again. Weird mix of tastes. I mean, I’m currently listening to Eddie Cochran’s “Nervous Breakdown“. Pound to a penny, I’ll be listening to The Specials or The Clash before long. It also getting increasingly hard to resist the urge to full on start skanking to my ska in our kitchen. I apologise people of the house.

Wales is cold. Really bloody cold. I have a hat on…and gloves…in our living room. And I’ve just had a photo taken of this fact. Joy of Joys….(Love you really Lottie : P)

People need to realise that some things just aren’t funny. Just cos I’m smiling, doesn’t mean I find it funny. It just means I don’t have the energy to get annoyed. And I’ve never been good at deadpan. “Banter” is funny…”Slander” is not.
Don’t get me wrong. A lot of the smiling is genuine though.

Had my first hangover on Wednesday. I know what you’re thinking…19? You’ve only just had your first hangover? What madness is this?
Well sod ya! I wasn’t confident enough before, and I’m not totally sure I am now.  Its taken my ages to get over my distrust of alcohol. And there’s no reason for that distrust, no deep rooted problem from back in my formative years. I just didn’t like drunk people. Then I got to uni and had to get used to the idea pretty quick. But I did it. So there. I can’t say it actually felt odd being drunk. To be honest, I didn’t really realise till I woke up with a head ache the nest morning and my lecture theatre was a lot bloody brighter than normal. Now I’ve done it once, it’ll be easier next time though. Right?

^^I’ve just realised how utterly pathetic that sounds.  But its a good chunk of writing, which took me a good while to get down. So you can think what you want. Don’t care, it matters what I think about me and to be honest that’s problem enough to be getting on with, forget worrying about other people’s perception of me.


One thing I have learned however. It is very fucking hard to type in fingerless gloves when your thumbis covered fully. The spacebar hates me.

S’all folks. And it weren’t much was it?


….Hello Leah. This is sort of defeated when you tell me to do it….: P Loves ya really. Except when draw on my neck in sharpie you evil evil woman!

I had a bloody odd dream the other day…

In which I got mugged, yeah lovely innit?

I hate how ‘Dream me’, is so much more brave, smart, bantery (I know its not a word but I don’t care)

Apparently my subconcious thinks its dangerous to walk to dominoes and then back home at half two in the morning.

Also there is always violence involved…not sure what this means. (wait’s for the chorus of “Mean’s you’re a cockney’)

Picture this (trust me it’ll get to a point when you realise that this is unpictureable. After all, it was a dream).

Its  half two in the morning, I’m hungry and tired so I decide to leave the lad’s and go get Dominoe’s before heading to bed.
So far, so good? Except for the fact that I got mugged on the way back. And beaten up. I know, lovely dreams I have. Oddly enough, I wasn’t that scared. It hurt (as much as it does in dreams) but I wasn’t scared, which is wierd since a game sound effect can scare me. Deciding that going home wasn’t smart, I staggered to the lad’s house and knocked on the door. Niall opens the door, and then tells me to go wash my face. Apparently its pouring with blood, but I hadn’t noticed. I did once I put my hand there though…RED HAND!!!

Then I put my hood up and tried to walk through the lads kitchen without any of them noticing. For some reason it was extremely important to me that everyone didn’t see that I’d been hurt. No idea why. Anyway Matt was just about to start on some comment about me being a cockney geezer, when Niall shook his head. (I don’t have a clue how I knew this, I was facing the other way.)  And then I had to take my hood off and everyone freaked out slightly.Even me, everyone else’ reactions convinced me I should be worried.

After deciding that I really needed to have a shower because I was covered in blood, I told Leah I was leaving to go and everyone told me I couldn’t go on my own. After much argument; “I’LL FUCKING GO IF I WANT! I’M NOT LETTING THIS BASTARD STOP ME FROM GOING HOME ON MY OWN AT HALF TWO!!!!!!” I was finally allowed to leave, provided that I text them when I got back.  I did, went to have a shower……and then woke up, utterly confused and wondering what lectures I had.

Now this is is what I mean. “Dream me” was badass. Wasn’t phased by a beating, kept a pretty clear head AND stuck up for myself (also shouted at a room full of people which isn’t smart). Why can’t I be like that when I’m awake? I don’t mean unphased by getting battered. I mean keeping a clear head, sticking up for myself, generally not worrying about stuff. I worry too fucking much. And I’m getting worryingly good at hiding it.


This Touched me

“One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand: One belonged to him, the other to the Lord.

When the last Scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life, there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the lowest and saddest times of his life.

This really bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it. “Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you, you would walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times of my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don’t understand why, when I needed you most, you would leave me.”

The Lord replied, “my precious, precious child, I love you and would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering when you see only on set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.””



A Night at the Palace.

Not Buckingham, I would go there for a night if you paid me, I mean Alexandra Palace. Or Ally Pally as those who live down here call it.

After months and months of going on about it, I finally got to see The Specials.

And fuck me, were they good.

To start, before the band came on, they played a montage of political photos from Thatchers election to now. It was disconcerting to realise that as the montage went on, I was starting to recognise major events and faces, (Soldiers in Afghanistan, Tony Blair, Gordon Brown, David Cameron, The August Riots, The 7/7 bus). It was an odd feeling. But the atmosphere was somewhat relived by the comical effects of at least 2000 skinheads booing every political figure. I reckon Cameron and Thatcher got the most.
After ending on the picture of Cameron, the band walked on and launched straight into “Gangsters” It was a brilliant tune and properly set the scene for the rest of the gig.

They played all their classics and I filmed most of them. Until the camera decided to run out of memory. And looking back at the footage, the sound quality isn’t brilliant and the camera’s shaky. Now the sound quality is the camera’s fault but the shake is mine. I mean come on,I wasn’t gonna stand still was I? Anyone standing still shouldn’t have been there. Any one who can stand still while Terry Hall is pumping out “Too Much Too Young” isn’t a proper fan.

I had some reservations, after all they’ve all got to be nearly fifty now, its been 30 years since they started out. But I needn’t have worried. They were tight as fuck. If it wasn’t for all the Blackberry’s and Iphones in the air, you’d be forgiven for getting confused with one of their debut gigs.

A few songs were dedicated, Lynval Golding dedicated a song to the memory of Amy Winehouse. It was “Hey Little Rich Girl”. Fitting I guess. And then he dedicated “A Message To You Rudy” to all ‘the youngsters in the house’. Of which there was a fair few. Belting out “Too Much Too Young” and turning around to see four like-minded lads my age, doing the same, was a really weird experience. A quick smile and nod and we were all back, singing our hearts out, givin’ all the old’uns a run for there money. (And trust me I can imagine how hard it is to imagine me skanking about and singing, rest assured, it did happen. I can fucking feel it this morning.)

For their encore they did “Ghost Town”, which was magic. And then they did another encore which consited of “Little Bitch” , “Guns Of Navarone” , and then ended with “You’re wondering now.”  There are already videos on youtube, go look at them. Type in “The Specials Ally Pally” and they’ll come up. And if you’re interested, here’s the setlist http://www.setlist.fm/setlist/the-specials/2011/alexandra-palace-london-england-13d199cd.html. Except they missed out “Guns Of Navarone” from the beginning of the second encore.

Bleedin' rammed in there as you can see.

It also occurred to me that a lot of their lyrics are still relevant. Walking home through Archway, “Ghost Town” came on my ipod and it just fit.  Or maybe its just that Angry songs seem to fit this time period. Or that it’s purely that I’m a little obsessed? Nah, that can’t be it. Although it was amazing to see fans of every race and creed singing  “Doesn’t make it alright” which is an anti racism song, that can be heard here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uYjSpUqYMwQ

The Legend that is Neville Staple

This morning was interesting. Throat hoarse, knee hurts, everything else aches. The camera and a souvenir pint class lay on the table. Shoes under the table, watch discarded on the table along with the other stuff. And a fucking massive smile on my face as it all came flooding back.

Trust me, I’m gonna be buzzing off this for weeks yet.



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