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The hipper amongst my colleagues reckoned Elvis blew it tonight and Richard Hell made it all worthwhile. Perverse little bleeder that I am, I hated Hell and enjoyed El. Fact is the only thing that bothered me overmuch was the presence in the audience of large numbers of people with broken limbs. Not all journalists, surely. | The hipper amongst my colleagues reckoned Elvis blew it tonight and Richard Hell made it all worthwhile. Perverse little bleeder that I am, I hated Hell and enjoyed El. Fact is the only thing that bothered me overmuch was the presence in the audience of large numbers of people with broken limbs. Not all journalists, surely. | ||
Walking dip-stick Johnny No Hyphen Clarke, resplendent in red blazer and leather railway guides, began with a hot haranguing of old faves, poems with a more | Walking dip-stick Johnny No Hyphen Clarke, resplendent in red blazer and leather railway guides, began with a hot haranguing of old faves, poems with a more discernible story line ("Kung Fu," "Salome Malone") making more impact than the more stream-of-images offerings. | ||
Newie "Twat" was an instant success that should have been dedicated to Richard Hell: ''"Like a recently disinfected toilet you're clean round the bend... you're like a dose of scabies, I've got you under my skin... I'd consider killing you if I thought you were alive... speaking as an outsider what d'you think of the human race?"'' Pure abuse. Luvly. | Newie "Twat" was an instant success that should have been dedicated to Richard Hell: ''"Like a recently disinfected toilet you're clean round the bend... you're like a dose of scabies, I've got you under my skin... I'd consider killing you if I thought you were alive... speaking as an outsider what d'you think of the human race?"'' Pure abuse. Luvly. |
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