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What
better way to celebrate ten years of survival within the music
industry than to get a case of the screaming trots without
even drinking a London Pride, indeed at the bottom of a bottle
of wine you can rest assured from time to time your stomach
will react like a time bomb. Miss Hudcova was the perfect
host to such a shambolic style of running between room and
bathroom and coped admirably with the situation. Each passing
shit watered down like the music of the industry i find myself
involved with. How apt at such a time |
