Liverpool, Barfly
Start. BangBangBang, Arrgh, ChugnaChugnaChugna. German? Spanish? Popeye?? Beware The Fog! Dddle, Dddle, Dddle. “FUCK YOU”. Hop, Hop, SKIP! Jump Jump, Pinocchio! ‘I Would Walk (500 Miles)’. Eyeliner, now solooo. “DON’T YOU KNOW THAT YOU CANNOT BE FREE?” Grrraaahh. “Thou shall have a fishy on a little dishy…” (I am not making this up). “WAR Heuugh, good god…ABSOLUTLEY NOTHIN’!” Death/Warrr/DEATH/WARRR. Taptaptap, Woooh. Head butt camera, End…Fuck…YES!
By Kenn Taylor
Kenn Taylor 