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An Afterword mingle, recently
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A mingle on another occasion.
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D’you wanna know the real reason why we’re called Little and Large?
Top, L-R; Hannah, Poppy Succeeds, Forks Geordie (seated), Dave Amitri (at back), Mojoworking, Carolina, Rob C (seated), Ianess (at front), Andielou.
Bottom, L-R; Tiggerlion, Moose.
Ah, that explains why it felt so draughty that night.
That ianess is pretty hot I must say. And Tiggerlion and Moose, always stripping off and wrestling. Get a room!
I especially like the wig ianess is wearing. I’d like one.
Moose and I only play wrestle. Just like WWF. This photo was taken before we put the makeup on.
Good luck with the gut-barging round, Tigs. You’re gonna need it.
This is too weird.
This is merely a “before” picture. They don’t call me Large for nothing.
I have to pay them.
The David Hepworth lookalike fancy dress competition is under subscribed
Everyone waiting for me to fuck off early, as per.
Bullingdon Club, 1983.
The latest Big Brother line-up, looking apprehensive
Louis Walsh liked Simon’s new androgynous look, but wondered why wardrobe couldn’t him find a jumper that fitted.
No caption for you but the first photo reminds me of the nutcases Homer Simpson encountered when he found himself at sea aboard a ship of lost souls
Woman: We wander the seven seas trying to forget.
Homer: Forget what?
Englishman: Oh, boy, here we go.
Woman: My story of jilted love is long and bittersweet. If anyone has to go to the bathroom, go now. I don’t want you walking around during my story.
Englishman: My story’s better, it has tigers
Dot the cafeteria waitress was becoming increasingly irked at having to take up the slack at The Factory everytime Lou forgot to pick up a pint of gold top on his way to work.
“Don’t worry, we can fix that in post.”
“Hole, as in arseholes.”
“Something’s missing? Yes, I left tit out on purpose”
Never mind the bloke in the middle, I’d put a bullet in all the pretentious wankers
Now, now, Dave – different times, different days. You are, however, completely correct with the last 2 words. And you can lump in that Velvet Underground too. Tossers.
“Mr Farage and his top team are delighted to announce the un-sacking of UKIP’s Deputy Chair, Suzanne Evans (left)”.
Seriously, look at those people in the top picture. None of them have done a day’s work in their lives. Why didn’t they get sent to Vietnam?
Sick notes. Left to right; feeling a bit chesty, doc; wan and pasty x 8.
Whereas look at me and Tiggs – we would have twatted Charlie until he wept.
And yet those pretentious wankers somehow managed to be the greatest rock and roll band ever. OOA not A.
Little & Large?
Well they were more of an electronic duo
Ladeees & gennleman, on my left White Light. & on my right, White Heat!
? What’s the gag?
The people in that picture are clearly not The Lurkers.
Here’s Cecil beaton’s commentary on his Factory shoot (above):
“Most curious and indescribable, the haunted world presided over by the zombie, more dead than alive since he was shot, of Andy Warhol. At first the mercurial groups of strange people, sitting around in silence and moving pointlessly around his huge factory, were difficult to capture. But eventually I felt I had a valuable addition to the exhibition. Warhol, looking through some art magazines says, ‘Isn’t the art scene today revolting! Oh I wish I could think of a way of making it worse!’”