Sammy G
Ex-Bluelighter
Aagh my head, oh dear, hanging. I know I'm not even 1/3 as bad as I'll feel in a couple of hours. Apparently I kept waking my girlfriend up with thunderous farts in the night. Morning!
Midweek drinking? Tut-tut. Stick with the shandy. Proper man's drink.
I woke up at quarter to one feeling gloomy, got back to sleep, started to have exciting dreams and then woke up to alarms and gloom again.
Luckily I had this to hand, and soon all was less ominous:
The smarmiest record I think I've ever heard. Had me in stitches long before the first chorus, which unsurprisingly was laden with unsubtle Beach Boys references and corny allusions to sixties idealism.
You just know what you're getting from the sleeve onwards. Go, Mike.
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