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Stretch yer head
Just watched half an episode of Breaking Bad, then the last harrowing episode of This is England 86, and then the rest of Breaking Bad. A lot of people got hit on the head. I’m afraid to turn on Vincent Browne.
Here’s what I was listening to in 1986. I was 11, wearing a cut off Anthrax t-shirt, a pair of black football socks over black jeans and a gleaming pair of red and white runner boots (not far off from my current dress sense), short hair but long down the back. I met Mark Lawrenson at a soccer camp and realised the guy was a complete prick. I wore a Northern Ireland jersey and no one cared. That was mad when I look back on it. Ol Papa Stretch, just back from Saudi took one look at my Megadeth t-shirt, then the lyrics of Peace Sells…but who’s buying and thought I was some kind of Satanist, probably coz I wasn’t listening to Jazz. We had a huge fight which ironically brought us closer together, right after I hit my head off the toilet. We laughed. I had just started smoking and was really believing my own bullshit. I was a state, but received acceptance amongst the biker set for a minute or two…til they all died. It seemed so fucking simple then. Peoples like Fred Durst didn’t exist. The threat of nuclear annihilation was always there as was the threat of local annihilation. Happy days all the same.. What do kids rebel against these days? I’m curious. What’s the alternative?
Maiden doing not so live
and here’s that special goal. Different class Jimmy!