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The Wrath of Grapes.

80% of the time, it works every time....

About Me

Inside my bumbum is a craggy outcrop of rocks that I bought during the 1961 prospect of the anuswich area for sixteen groat and a good riding vest. Once the current lunar cycle is over I intend to have these rock levelled out to a suitable flatness. A flatness that can only mean one thing! Fusion-jazz festival! The line-up will be as follows:
1. Hot Toddy
2. The Musky Rats
3. The Black Bull Turboflag Society
4. Cooking Shit
5. Wicker Knickers
6. Bite Off
7. Touch Me Where It Stings
8. Touch Me Where It Stinks
9. Slayer
10. Mayhem
11. Manual Love

Should be good.

My Interests

Rock.
Drinking heavily, to unlock the gateway of the subconscious and accessing the fabled kingdom of the inner mind. And because of peer pressure.
Swearing.
Maths dancing.
Briget Bardot's metaphysical cigerette tossed out of the limosime of reality, into the dry dry dry newspaper pile of space/time. Culminating in the rank dustbin-fire of a distorted anti-truth. (Only at weekends though).

I'd like to meet:

People in hats.
People without hats.
People who's only defining characteristic, is their hat.
People who want to talk about north atlantic crab migration.

Music:

This was a massive list of bands but it made me look like a proper twat.
Learn from my mistakes friend.

Movies:

Withnail And I, Dragnet, Mannequin, Teen Wolf, Freddy Got Fingered.....

Television:

Real-life Stories of the Highway Patrol.....

Books:

Argos. Index. Freemans. Grattan. Razzle.

Heroes:

A lobster with a powerful magnet hidden under its carapace, and "Be Frank" written on its back in lilac nail varnish.