I got an e-mail from an old friend who’s just fallen off the cliff into his thirties and has decided to celebrate the occasion by getting new heating. You couldn’t make it up, frankly. He send me some pictures from our epic camping trip around England (1990?), during which much mutual toleration of bad music tastes was undertaken. I think it was that trip that cemented my distaste of R.E.M. He sent me a couple of pictures. They’re amusing (wish there were some of me from the same period). They are represented below…
Simon
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Glyn
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