There used to be this punk zine we stocked in the comic store called Bugs n Drugs and they had a "The Kids Hate Mick Hucknall Club". It was beautiful. 🥲
If there was music playing in the background, as I lay on my death bed, and feckin’ “Stars” started playing, I’d haul my dying carcass up out of the bed, just to fire that noise out the window. I detest that song. Detest.
I once said on Twitter Simply Red were the musical equivalent of the punchline "back on yer 'eads". Anyway, he was namesearching and blocked me. It's my ambition for him to show up here and for me to give him just cause to do it again.
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