Almost always, í'm afraid, FWD.
Train & Concert tickets in hand for Brixton, but currently snowed in here in Scotch-land.
Next-to-nae-chance of making it down to-morrow morning.
Oh well, í'll never learn.
'Funnily' enough, the last memory í have of M. at the Academy was when Brixton was all a-flame, and í just made it out with my life-size naked Moz standee before the cops locked the place down. í was dreading that stop & search...
í'm wondering whether í'll ever make it to see M. on this 'Low...' tour.
í have an uncanny feeling that it may just be either my last chance, or his.
Enoy, all who make it
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