What was I drinking when I listened to Hawkwind in the 1970s? Homebrew mostly, as I was broke as a back on a mountain. Blankety blank, dosh-wise.
Strange to think of that 70's me, with his crap trousers, rubbbish hair and all sorts of socialising issues. I can can look back in horror at that me, but it's still me. All the crap baggage I've lugged around a lifetime. It's still all there.
Stratford-upon-Avon, 1946: a Summer’s Night Dream - I am standing today at a gravestone in Trinity church. Sixteen feet below me lies the greatest writing man that ever lived. If this story is better than us...
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