has been in kent today, and so have i. so i paused on my way home to laugh at the sheeple and to chuck in a couple of well timed ''parasite'' half shouts at the second venue. too many old bill though, for eggs..
where she was; is, and is, right on the edge of a migrant/fugee/doley drug ghetto, in a street where a stabbing occurs every few days. but because it's nearish to the turner centre has been declared a heritage street, and there's a posh art gallery or summit now at the top of the street. which is where it went. very funny mix of people there, ranging from skeleton smack addicts to ultra posh lookin' old farts..