Obviously celebrations included a visit to the local curry house, a little bit too much to drink and a treat at the local band jam from estate agent Ken's 'unique' version of Purple Haze.... London just can't compete on a market town in the home counties for a night out.
your name...like ice into my heart...a shllow grave...a monument to the ruined age...ice in my eyes...and eyes like ice don't move...screaming at the moon...as cold as silence...and you never will say a word...this is my name...and a strange day...ever and ever and ever again......