my sleep patterns are fucked I think awesome, reminiscing over London Prosy\'s, fucking minks, fucking melons, bastard landlords and the wondorous Cup of Tea song... Now joined Plythene, as singer who sounds like a bitch, plus non-talented keyboard player and tambourine basher Also planning to entice Pete Doherty into playing Aberdare by offering him two rocks of crack and a return train fare, I think he\'l be up for it!
Set fire to a garden Saturday night/Sunday morning.... had a lotta booze, ran out of cigerettes, slept in a collapsed tent, ate some food that tasted like fucking gravel and took a couple of pretty cool pictures of the occassion as well... I have nothing of any intelligence to say really, thought I'd post this to capture the memories of such an awesome night for all eternity....
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