I would happily be Glenns's wing (wang) man at Glasto, in fact i'm gurning just thinking about it
I would fully expect to wake up on the Sunday in a kibbutz in Israel, to be greeted by the sight of ETC harvesting the latest crop while regailing the simple townsfolk of stories of the square mile in his 90's heyday
I was very, verry drunk............
cheers joey/ rob.
i would like to be that bloke in platoon in his bunker on a throne of sandbags with joey bringing me fresh meat from up top side to regale tales of sorrow to, before they beat me up and take my stash, man.
perhaps throwing my arms in the air(sgnt elias style) before dramatically falling to the ground while a chinook roars symbolically overhead before the gook scoucers close in and take my trainers.....(fade to credits, over a score of greece 2000 'three drives on a viynl'........)
ETC'BORN OF TWO FATHERS , ELIAS AND BARNES)
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There's something wrong with me chemically Something wrong with me inherently,The wrong MIX In the wrong genes, I reached the wrong ends By the wrong means, It was the wrong plan In the wrong hands,The wrong theory for the wrong man,The wrong eyes On the wrong prize,
The wrong questions with the wrong replies. Wrong.