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Riz: I've got a spare fold-out bed in my room which should suffice if you can clear away the piles of comics, soiled underclothes and unpaid bills. My new flat's pretty handy for the gig too... The only problem I can foresee is if I end up taking Kathleen Hanna (or cloned acolyte) home, in which case it's the bath for you, kiddo...
No, but seriously, bed's yours if you want it... We'd better arrange to meet somewhere before the gig, I guess... |
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