I figured out the scanner at work, so expect this page to fill out nicely. The early pop-kid days of Party Fears, with the sort of bright and clueless enthusiasm you get when you’re nineteen and you haven’t realised that what you’re doing will actually turn out slightly significant. The print wasn’t eyewateringly tiny at the start either.
Thanks Dave. I had a good chuckle.
I miss the Equator. I don’t miss the nothing-but-Swan-Lager, but.