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| Summer in't south-west. Sarah rocking out up on the moors to this, if I remember correctly |
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| Lucifer's children |
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| Wiff-waff seances at the London Geographic Society. c.1875 |
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| man's ruin |
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| dude was serenading the melons, at 8:30am on a Monday morning. |
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| Andy & Dan's debut gig as Losing Limbs was a riotous and completely perfect affair |
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| ragin', full on |
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| The first thing that Andy did after taking to the stage was to knock his bottle of beer over, spilling it straight into all his electronics (he didn't notice). It then took Andy about 3 minutes more to fall off the stage, straight through a table of drinks sending glass, liquor and poncy women flying in his wake. He repeated this various times throughout the set. Magic. |
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| other folk clearing up Andy's trail of destruction. The band played on. |
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| Ossie Ardiles blasting a frontside hollie at Croppers...(I'm compiling a coffee table book of frontside ollie at Croppers photos...you'll see) |
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| running repairs |
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| Nathan credits his Danzig like complexion (not to mention gloves!) to his steady Heroin Diet. |
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| The last night of the fair |
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| by the big wheel generator |
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| and the grease in the hair... |
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| of a speedway operator... |
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| is all a tremulous heart requires. |
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| a schoolgirl is denied |
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| she said - how quickly would I die |
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| if I jumped from the top of the parachutes? |
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| and someone falls in love... |
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| and someone's beaten up... |
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so, scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen... |
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| (this means you really love me) |
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| I just might walk home alone, but my faith in love is still devout. |
my faith in this blog is devout
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