Washed up on the shores of Sydney Harbour. No marmite, no music and no mercy from the locals.
The whispers in the dark of night, the cries of drunken joy in the early hours of the morning and the slow burning madness of a mixed up, shook up, muddled up, upside down world.
Friday, January 30, 2009
John Martyn - RIP
This is just getting ridiculous now. First Adrian Mitchell and now John Martyn. As they say over here that is "Sh*thouse".