Went legging off for a bit. 17 cities with fine friends in most. Back to business.
Fly Within The Loaf. The technician from the art school and I talked at the bar.
"How's your band?"
"Third album time, old man."
"Will you sign my fake leg?"
"Yeah, of course."
Rolls up trouser leg to reveal a baby pink prosthetic limb with a skin-effect coating covered in signatures.
"Sign it there, right under Suggs."
Photographic proof to follow.
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