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Both collages by “Arabbitgirl” at Etsy

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… starvation a la mode and a cup of tea with Ian Anderson

Yes the words are dreadful but listen to the riffs.

Punk killed all that, kiddies, with all its back to basics shit.

Get this one too: Locomotive Breath (live performance)

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A Saturday night long ago

 


The Flying Wild, at the RSA last night, were the biggest load of shit I ever saw.
And the dance manager had a go at P and me for sitting on the floor, then I got pulled up for going backstage without permission.

When all the gear was packed up we split to a flat in Forth Street — the High and Dry, the Watchdog, the Feeling and the Hammer.
There were already hundreds of footballers, Maoris and 25-30s there.
We occupied the living room, then later a big bedroom.

At one stage Maaki came in shrieking that a woman was having a baby.
She was screaming her guts out.
There was a fight going on in another part of the house.

The Flying Wild turned up but split quite early and five minutes later the bloody Vision all walked in.
We all HATE the Vision.

Then this greasy little Maori came in and grabbed Lyndon (whose flat it was) by the shoulders.
He began to swear at him loud as hell and shake him.
“Leave my fucking wife alone, will you. She’s having a fucking baby and you just fucking make a joke of it.
Well I’ll kick your fucking guts in if you don’t keep your fucking face out of it.”
Etc.

This guy was insane.
He was trembling all over with anger and pushed Lyndon on the ground, kicked him in the mouth, jumped on him, then got his huge burly friend to kick him as well.
Then they took to Trevor Daley and everyone else who got in the road and we all landed on top of one another.

Lyndon sat shrivelled up in the corner, not moving.
His face was bleeding.
One guy tried to help him and the Maori pushed him back and threatened to beat him up as well.

Finally Lyndon got up and screamed
“FUCKIN’ PARTY. GET OUT. GET OUT.”

We split in Steve’s car about 3.15 


… and I’m afraid I can’t tell you the rest in a public arena.
People would get hurt or embarrassed.


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If you know what year these albums came out

 


… we are probably in sync, dear reader

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I had all of them and still love them!

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(click for artist — John Casey)

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