Monday, July 15, 2002
Party hard...
Imagine, if you will, a stunningly beautiful summer Sunday afternoon by the seaside in Brighton. The sky is blue, the sun is blazing, the sea sparkling. The beach, the prom, and the pavements are covered in 60 tonnes of crushed cans, plastic bags and broken glass and the stench of stale piss hangs in the air. Don't get me wrong - I like a boogie on the beach as much as the next girl, but what, in the name of Norman Cook, went wrong?!
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Imagine, if you will, a stunningly beautiful summer Sunday afternoon by the seaside in Brighton. The sky is blue, the sun is blazing, the sea sparkling. The beach, the prom, and the pavements are covered in 60 tonnes of crushed cans, plastic bags and broken glass and the stench of stale piss hangs in the air. Don't get me wrong - I like a boogie on the beach as much as the next girl, but what, in the name of Norman Cook, went wrong?!
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