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Ah, sorry I can't join in on the Styx-lovin'... don't hate 'em, mind, just not one of my faves or anything.
They always remind me of a very surreal moment during the NEwbury bypass protest- one of those times when you just find yourself stepping back a bit and looking what you're actually doing. What I was doing, in that case, was ripping the piss out of Julian Cope's wife, who I'd only just met and who was, like, married to my fucking HERO, for having followed Styx on tour. In a moment of clarity, I distinctly remember thinking "Jesus, Stoatie... just shut the fuck up!!!"
She was very nice about it, though, and ended up giving me a lift, during which I tried not to mention Styx again. |
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