FICS 001.
Well, it's Halloween, brothers and sisters. Some people like to get dressed up; other bastards like to hide behind a mask. Make scary noises and waft a tortured sheet about. A bit like the Ku Klux Clan. Grand Wizards and monkeys scratching their red hairless bottoms.
Well. Here we go then. What else is new ?
It was always shit to begin with. A game full of bogeys played by handicapped humps. Grotesques. Arseholes just like me.
Scratch n' sniff. Bend n' flush.
Based, it would seem, on a rather famous novel by some minor writer or other by the name of Albert Camus. The illiterate PC brigade might well have a fit. In fact, they have already.
Censorship ? What censorship ?
And don't ask me about that f@cking party, either. The hacksaw might just slip and nick my ankle.
▼ THE CURE: KILLING AN ARAB from "Killing An Arab b/w 10:15 Saturday Night" 45 (Small Wonder / Fiction) 1978 (UK)
PURCHASE STARING AT THE SEA: THE SINGLES
4 comments:
I still think that was Mr Smith's finest moment.
Yeah. If not the finest, definitely right at the top. Actually, I protest too much. It was his finest moment.
Good post. You tell 'em, ib.
Never liked The Cure. Ain'tcha got any Thin Lizzy??? "I'm a rocker!"
This reminds me, Brushback. I had an e-mail from an outfit in Dublin, enquiring if I'd be interested in posting an old interview with Phil Lynott regarding Lizzy's break-up.
The only thing is, I'm not to keen on posting video footage on this site; it plays havoc with the cache and takes forever to load on the page...
Still.
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