THIS ISN'T IT THOUGH.
THIS IS YESTERDAYS.
The frame for the shady terrace comes along in leaps and bounds....
using eucalyptus logs and stuff.
The shade will be provided by great big palm fronds.
Some of my best fronds will be up there.
For some reason I've built a railway station.
Chicken Town.
You fucking wait and fucking wait....
The fucking trains are fucking late...
You fucking wait and fucking wait...
In fucking chicken town.
Bless you JC Clarke.
In my wet room
With black tiling...
It never drained properly so we're erecting a small wall.
Bless you Pete Brown...shared a floor with him once !
Hear my drain a-coming....
It works...water comes out da end....
Bless you Jimi.
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