Never trust a man with shit on his boots:
My demonisation of Midge Ure continues. I was gonna go and picket his show in Yeovil tonight, wearing a Warren Cann mask, but it's pissing down w/ rain right now and I've got a cold. Instead, I spent the evening doing something a bit more productive: furtively carrying buckets of rubble down the road under cover of darkness and dumping them in a neighbour's hired-skip. Here at Kid Shirt we are almost rurally ninja-like in our frugal tightfistedness. Hopefully, Ure played to an empty house.
Speaking of picketing, I never posted the photos of my one-man Van Morrison Picket-Line a coupla years ago. I will remedy that soon!