Thursday, 9 November 2017


Back in that most beautiful ancient sprawl that still contains springs and streams, ancient and wizened, of its old magique, Paris. Cat Cafes, evil old cheeses, and even Gary Mundy, who finally made good on a promise to wreak the old harm with us on a final number that took me back to below the railway arches in 1987 Brixton, and well beyond. Once again let us toast those Amis who have supported us in mind and soul and deed: Hicham, Philipe, Romain and J.F., and all who come to hear and inhale our incense and noise: Thank You...

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