Never Too Late!

Never Too Late!
any resemblance to anyone real or imaginary is mere bad luck
we are all lying in the gutter, but some of us are trying to get up


On squatting

...internet cafe shuts in ten minutes, oh dear, not much time.

The best thing is the people you meet, like, over time and come to think of it, all the Brazilians who were all together today at the 93 Feet East - what is that name, by the way? - there is something really strange about that name. So I heard some good music today and there were beautiful chicks and the air is tropical.

Another good thing is the drugged-up cutting-edge underground music you hear.

A bad thing is all the underground music you have to listen to and the drugged-up idiots you wake up on a scorching day like this to find toddling destructively around on the roof, left-over dregs from the neighbours' squat party. No one takes you seriously if you're a squatter and you try and throw people out.

A bemusing thing is the 4-day parties listening to the same record.