Ah balls. Only 66! In my mind, selfishly, this will always be linked to my now oh so foolish decision to pass up a chance to see him at Meltdown last year, all because it cost £10....
We still have the music, standard sentimental stuff, blah blah blah...
Is it just me, or does it seem that great musicians have a much higher mortality rate of yet? It sucks.
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The toothaches got worse, she dreamed of disembodied voices from whose malignance there was no appeal, the soft dusk of mirrors out of which something was about to walk, and empty rooms that waited for her. Your gynaecologist has no test for what she was pregnant with.
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