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I absolutely love The Kinks and always wanted to go into The Clissold. My brothers partner lives up that way and took me in there.
A massive disappointment. One, it’s barely a pub. A restaurant with draught beer. Two, the room set aside for The Kinks was a sorry sight. Given their stature and role in musical history, it was a derisory effort.
We come from it , we go to it. Empires build, they crumble. It’s all going to end in, nothing.
It’s all experience. Clouded by those who wish us no light but for themselves. They too will end up being scattered in the vast, unerring blackness of the untold empty sky.