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.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Bill Frindall - RIP
Another bearded wonder gone within a matter of hours. What is going on? I think we should be told...