God bless Irta, and Snakepit Punk Junky Girl come to that. And the lone head on a table. Not to mention the hours of harmless amusement spent in New York Nights and the inimicable Crazy Pigalles.
Was it really such a bad thing standing in the back of a filthy stinking roasting fetid lorry, absolutely hammered, whilst baying disgusting insults and jeering at the usually-less-than-smoking-hot artistes? No, I don't think so either...
Was it really such a bad thing standing in the back of a filthy stinking roasting fetid lorry, absolutely hammered, whilst baying disgusting insults and jeering at the usually-less-than-smoking-hot artistes? No, I don't think so either...
Best times ever ... or are we getting old? (Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah)