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Looking forward to this game tonight as much as a visit from the chigwell mother in law 'whose popping around for a cup of tea' and ends up staying for two days with her hearing aid feedback set to jesus and mary chain levels and leaving her long lined incontinence pads in the fruit bowl.
Could have been written by steve arrington or frankie beverly. Soul/funk loops flowing from the quill of a Geordie secondry school teacher with a bleach blonde peacock haircut.
Copelands drumming. A 5th dan high sensi of the skins in full flow.
When i think of the Police, images of a michelangelo venus-as-a boy-Sting floating on a OOrt cloud of tantric sex harnessing the Vulcan mind meld to stop himself from blowing his load at a Bel air chem sex party with This mates from Toto, Hall and Oates and wang chung spring to mind.
The cod reggae plate lipped charity work which he doesn't like to talk about mate , money for nothing and your chicks for free MTV palarva leaves me cold. And yet Stweart Copeland is probably the drummer i've ever heard. Andy summers the best guitarist.
Forget the sacharrin carcinogenic pap of 'de doo dah dah'
1977-1983. 5 brilliant albums. And that was all she wrote.
I don't care what time it is I ain't going home, I ain't going home, I ain't going Home I don't care what time it is I ain't going home 'cause i'm having a wonderful time!
Just off to the Leigh on sea constitutional club where we have The Sweet and a T Rex tribute band wrapped around the game.
£4.20 a pint of Estrella/ Staropramen/ san miguel. Scampi and chips in a basket £7.
It might not be Andy Warhol's electric circus with Nico fingering herself atop a yamaha polyphonic keyboard with unlimited bowls of petrol washed cocaine and Van der graff generator chasing the dragon in the bogs, but it will do me.
Migrated east end Working class families out on the f cuking piss to glam rock and England on the custard in a world cup 1/4 final. Stick that in yer pipe and smoke it souless puritans!