Thursday, 8 October 2009
Hazed and cramped in a makeshift wooden shack, surrounded by bicycles, lawnmowers, children's keyboards and a sawn off shotgun. Cats will be in there like a shot while you're making tea in the kitchen, scouring for food. Sat opposite eachother like an episode of fucking Dragon's Den. This is how we jam.
Wednesday, 7 October 2009
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