hahaha
It was a revelation of Damascene proportions for the young Montgomery, his long hair flowing in the sun-dappled light of July 1989...a delicate zepyhr played around his cherubic visage, as the sounds of backwards sitar and the pungent stench of patchouli oil permeated the very ground he walked on....

'Hash for cash!' came the cry, 'LSD, 90p*' - 'why yes', thought young Montington to himself, 'why the devil not?'


*fo' real. 90p, dog.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 28 Mar 2013, 10:25, 3 replies, latest was 12 years ago)

Crikey

( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Thu 28 Mar 2013, 10:27, Reply)

I know! 90P!!!!

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 28 Mar 2013, 10:30, Reply)

Flash forward 24 years
...as the blood-flecked nostrils of the haggard old roadie tried once more in vain to suck the last desperate crumbs of cocaine from the cistern of a Bristol pub.

A sharp rat-a-tat-tat on the window jolted him from his reverie....
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 28 Mar 2013, 10:29, Reply)

I can't be arsed to write any more, you'll be pleased to know

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 28 Mar 2013, 10:29, Reply)

Brilliant Click click click click

( hartley hare Just some prick who thinks it doesn't apply to him, Thu 28 Mar 2013, 10:51, Reply)