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Jesus. I’ve just remembered: I’ve met Maddy Prior. And her husband, or ex-husband, whichever. Difficult to tell with these middle-aged hippies. And I’ve seen a school concert given by her son and his chunky farmer-boy chums: they scowled and shouted their way through the *most* bizarre approximation of Rage Against The Machine, as interpreted by a bunch of obnoxious posh teenagers from rural Cumbria.
So, while they’re not exactly friends of mine, they bought drugs off the cool brother of my friend. Her kid and his ‘band’ bought drugs, that is. And they stayed in tough-guy gangsta character throughout the deal, and then we all went to Maddy Prior's house to deliver. God, I don't know how I ever managed to forget all this.
Although, if I’ve told this story before and just forgotten my remembering it, kindly ignore this post. |
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