Kickoff 9.00pm, should be plenty of room as it's lastminute.com (bloomin ppq amy and her catchphrases) as you shall see, hopefully you'll see clearly enough to see what I seen as like as not you might be likely to see or say after you saw.. Babyshambles giving the old wolfster a send off. These weeks past he's been as clean as he's e'er been, but the final nail yankeed out of the spluttering coffin and out he comes.. his mind soul body and flipflop soles slapping his undertoes in LA where helast returned from healthy and hot on the cardboard tail of his own postcard bearing the warning words, or maybe not such a warning but a warming missive: 'Dear Carl and Pete, look out for the Daley Thompson lookalike on the corner, trim, toned and tanned and here;s looking at you from the bum on the corner . love Wolfie x" something like that. Carl gave him a backhander for his writing credits on the Delaney and wolfie got a month in LA rehab and Bigelles got to say he wrote 1/2 a great song...Carl might even come tonight... here's hoping. No hard feelings on this sider and I'll look him in the eye and say theres nary a pipey about for almost as long as when in prizon. Keep it up and he might deem it acceptable to share a stage with me again.
He's off to the same place is Mr Wolfe and tonight we'll get him a plane fare seeing as Cyclops went to its rightful owners and prs havnaeheard a squeak from Creation...
Peter, this is Bermondsey remember me mate and the good times we had. I am doing really well you know hope you are the same. Please get in touch so we can have a beer and a good chat.It would be really great to hear from you after so long. Do you see the saucepan.If there is anything you need you know have my e mail address.Please get in touch mate.
away from the chip shop clip-clop slap and tickle ladies of the night, a-rambling we'll go. lyrical shepherds lull the flocks under the spreading shade of evening. the day behind, we'll sit and drink the milk, eat the cheese, juggle with berries and sing songs for lovers.trahit sua quemque voluptas, mine's the sweetheart of the pastoral.