I photographed the beatbox guy from the Police Academy films the other day. Whatever. Then Mr. Henry Rimmer (A Mayfair gentleman if ever there was one) did me a big favor. The Manics play the O2 tonight and I am supposed to be there and partying like its 1999. But why are the hell are they so in bed with that comic the NME? who gave them so much hate as I suffered (really) to give them so much love despite the derision and bullying I received for my trouble when I worked there. I am really disappointed so I've blown it out. I suppose I remain so modern that everything is pointless. Especially that gig. Here's Hoping it's the last ever one. Go quietly boys...
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I could tell you a story about this one, however, if I was to start typing, then I feel that it could be yet another step towards my downfall...
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