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[...] What the hell (I was in Paris). Afterwards I walked along the Seine in the early evening where groups of friends and lovers were drinking wine and picnicking on coats spread out on the grass (as the sun was going down). I sat on the grass (a couple with bare feet were sleeping on a blanket ri…

SH: I worked in a shoe shop in Coatbridge for one day and got fired. I couldn’t be arsed going into the stock room and finding different sizes so I would just automatically tell people that everything was out of stock. You genuinely can’t be arsed, the manager said to me, can you? He seemed kind of…

[...] He was wearing a pair of jeans and a black V-neck T-shirt and one of those checked seventies lumberjack jackets and a pair of baseball boots, I think, and I sat down next to him and asked him about music. He went on about Wire, Pink Flag, which was fine with me, but then he had this thing abo…

The next day we visited Goosey in the hospital. It’ll be wigs from here on out, lads, he told us, that’s what they’re saying, and secretly I thought at last we can have some coherence in this band but then I felt bad, his head was mangled, he looked like a skinned beetroot. We’ve located Mad Mary, …

It was an early-morning flight. Lubby had arranged everything. They were to stay with a friend who lived in a suite in a hotel on the shore at Tel Aviv and from there they would make contact with a humanitarian organisation and relocate to a distribution hub on the Gaza Strip; though when I looked …