Tuesday's gone with the wind

Fall weather always makes me want to pull out my combat boots and long scarves and run around pretending I am in 1980's London. If I were in London circa 1981 my name would be something ambiguous and wildly romantic like Eden or Jorel. I wouldn't be something stupid like a poet - I would be a war correspondent - or a spy.
I would drink dark beer , eat red meat with a knife and I would wear this necklace on my harrowing journeys through the underbelly of the North End.

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My friends are playing the ECHO tonight - check it out ! They are fantastic and you will be seeing a band that is just about to break. Kind of like seeing Interpol back in the day.....

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