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About Me

I've so many friends, lawks, I need no more. I come from a big family, lots of weddings and funerals. The reason I say that is because that is where we met as children. Danny was an English extension, one of eight children. His mother was Irish and viciously moral with Catholic kindness. An apostolic jobsworth of limited intelligence but of course, much loved by her brood. Some of the kids went wild and, now, a decade or more later, some still are.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Arturo Sandoval, trumpeteer. Matt Dillon, actor. Justin Currie, singer/songwriter. Henrik Larsson, football angel. jeanette Winterston's murderer. All you freaky lonely types, Belle and Sebastien. NOT THE BAND DUMBUTT. Michael Franti xxxxx Germaine Greer, The gorjus RoddyFrame,Toya Wilcox tooled up. The illustrious Peter Doherty and those darlins that shore him up. The roasting bouillon that curls Kapranos's lip.Paul Merton in the pub.Amy wherever i might find her.Carl Craig, Mr Scruff,Soil and Pimp sessions. Luella's flowery dresses.Eley Kisimoto United Future Organisation.None of you nonce-pieces. My King. Bobby Sands unfurrowed at the dance. RIP. Roots Manuva,Frank Spencer, Psycho Paul, Ronnie O'Sullivan(curtsey only) Reggie Bosanquet's spirit,

My Blog

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