so when i was a yoof, we used to go around wearin ex RAF greatcoats wot we bought from the army and navy shop on hampstead road - this was before punk (and i wasnt yet a post-punk hippy) and we used to go to the Roundhouse and see bands like Magma and Amon Duul and henry cow, or occasionaly famous people like the stones or thin lizzy or whatever
but we woz conufsed as many of us didn;t kno that it was a "greatcoat" - peopel thought maybe it was a Grey Coat...
a bit like
common-or-garden, which some people seem to pronounce common-all-garden
or maybe you can fink of other fings wot we got wrong, i'd appreeshiate u dropin me a line...
maybe you went to the music machine or the electrik ballroom to see madness/speshuls/selector too...
or remember the first gong gig in camden and the global village trucking company, or even Osibisa
yes its true, all of it - the internet doesn't really exist, so it must be.
Friday, October 02, 2009
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