slight changes in tonights agenda due to need for increased vigilance and greater desire to make things easier for the longdistance revellers coming to the shindig gig, and to ensure that the red-tops and boys in blue don't scupper the auldlangbilosyne gathering.
From 4.00pm at the arcadian bolthole of 44 Victoria Crescent (nr SevenSisters tube, NorthLondon sideup) your knocks on the door will be welcomed old-school response: ie: an immediate leap of faith into a carefully shabbily (new meaning of)prepared shindiggle gig (have i used that one, oh yeah er howsabout knees-up o'do a bit of an aye for an eye )()i lose track along the bracket - (up( the can't hack it, hack's ex axe us to axe drugs and in digs with cheap cigs we'll sing sorrow joy and prance about in wigs and togs taking lugs from frothin jugs walking zigzags sprayin tags and last minute fillin binbags in glad rags: to the dreamers
enter arcady, see in the new year tonight. resolved. through midnight and unto the very dawn we call all to give in outwar. see you later -(s- aligator

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- eace and love, one love, given the generally greatly grand General giz a mo and I'll divine the root of my memory upon the numbers when a right ol' Rastalero refused to let the system abuse or confuse and sang outright in the echoing chambers of the prison metal clanging promenades landing crash like a dropped plate of stale rice and half-boiled chicken. Finger clickin in the yard and rainfall star he's patois bard pigeon speaking rooster dooster from off a the taylor Hall of the university of the West Indies otherwise known as royboy Michael Billings but that's a secret so don't put it on the internet divulgence star. Bilo! was his knickname too - how queer! Salasiaye

been a while aye fella...happy new year x