The war's over/ The bells ring/ Memories fading, soldiers slaying/ Looks like geezers raving..
Post shoot squid at Cafe Sintra then across the way to The Grovesner where Mr. TV Smith and a bunch of old punks were playing. MFP spun some discs while a man with a mohican blew chunks into a recycling bin. It all ended in a chicken shop at 5 a.m. Classic night in tha endz. London still amazes me after all these years.