
Originally Posted by
F5 Dave
Couldn't afford that concert but I hear she sconed some skinhead with her mic.
Watched filth and the fury last week on the tube, pistols own take on the era. A revolution and they only had about 3 decent songs. All their albums were largely the same songs.
She tried. But missed. Saw it, and knew both the fellas gobbing on her and the poor unfortunate who got sconed.
The skinhead was Gary Stone, a bit of a dickhead whose main claim to fame was that he could drink more and take more drugs than any of us, and that, unfortunately, he could beat almost all of us in a fight. And he had a bad attitude when he was drinking.
The poor unfortunate was Gerald Dwyer (RIP), a good friend, who used to front Wellington band Flesh D-vice, whom I had many dealings with as my bands played with them regularly.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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