What do I Get? That’s what the Buzzcocks asked. Well, Pete, me old mate. 63. That’s what you get. Three score years and three for this particular Homo Sapien. Too young; much too young. As another Shelley wrote on the death of a Mr Keats: I weep for Adonais—he is … Continue reading Most musical of mourners, weep again!
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