I heard a knock at the door. Standing there is Julian Haywood looking a right state. I sighed and turned around, bound to be trouble now. He's frantic, terrified and smells like a muddy puddle. "Have you heard the news?" he says with eyes wide and innocent. "Not for a while now" I said. He looked away, welling up. As freaky and strange as this kid was, tears weren't in his station and it took me by surprise. "What is it?" I said, interested now. "Rock n' Roll is dead" he replied, the words barely making their way past his lips. "Well", I said, "Maybe we should do something about that". Julian turned and looked through the window with the broken pane. "Like what?" he said, and looked at me with a futile expression of dissolution and contempt. "We'll give it a good funeral, with flowers and memories from the past present and future, from the roads of Bo to the ledge of Kings. Lets toast the departed and celebrate". Julian looked at me for about 23 seconds with a serious look about him before bursting out laughing. "You're crazy" he said.
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Awrite lads, ye it was a top notch trip down to london!! place is great!! we hope to be down quite regularly and whenever we can really! glad u like the sound, from the small portion of wat we heard of uz we were impressed!! definately up our street. any gigs or that u want us to play wi uz then give us a shout, wat other great venues are there down london to play. we wanna get on the scene lads!
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