A final post for the day. A shot from one of the old Stage Door Sessions. A little bit of blues from a world travelling musician. Somehow the hallucinogens have made their way into the digitisation process - forever capturing their strange visual effects. The memory of the substances involved long since burnt from the brain, we are now left with only this less than gentle reminder of this night. Only one lasting memory of this night now remains. That of my then house mates, uneducated surety that the tubes ran from Waterloo until well after midnight. Their stubborn resolution resulting in a long and for the girls high-heeled walk through a cold, unfriendly London night.
2 comments:
once again that hat.wearing it in public is one thing, but putting a picture of it on the net...there truely is only ONE buub
Yay, thats me! I'm famous, just soooo Paris right now!
Fun night, and the high heels were painful, Mickey once again you were right!
Love ya.
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