| Comment | Mine was a teeny bedroom and kitchen but I fucking loved it. Used to have bands stay at it after gigs at Ivory Blacks and the Cathouse. Guys sleeping in the bath and kitchen sink. You'd think metal bands are all mental but they'd be timid as fuck, asking if they had permission to sit on the sofa. Aye ye dae! And theyd also ask for herbal tea so they could keep their voices going, hahaha. The heady days of my early 20s. |
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