New Years ‘97
Here we have the gang in the
Slaughtered Lamb.
And on the train with a mystery
friend.
The bloke behind us looks so amused
with our Hofmeister powered antics
And while waiting for buses and
trains, one has to pass the time with new games, such as tasting each others
brain via the earhole.
And why were we bundled up? Because
of this…Snow angels and running across the tracks because some git called ‘me’
landed us on the wrong platform.
And afterwards, everyone fell asleep
Bagpus style. Except for me, who stayed up watching Shallow Grave. Hey, it’s a
very New Years sort of film. Resolution number one – don’t mess with the fella
in the attic.
