I can't escape the sense of impending doom even when I'm washing up accompanied by my collection of retro CDs.
Every song seems to apply to West Ham. While playing the Smiths' The Queen Is Dead yesterday, Morrissey's lament of "Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head…" seemed particularly appropriate. While today, REM's E-bow the Letter has a mournful Michael Stipe chorus of "It tastes like fear…" with Patti Smith on ghostly backing vocals. And then came Losing My Religion…
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Don't forget there is a light that never goes out...
PS - have you heard that that charming man Paolo Di Canio is (supposedly) being interviewed for the Swindon manager's job? That could cause some panic in the streets of Wiltshire.
Big Mouth Strikes again, eh?
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