Reading '98
I bumped into a guy wearing the same T-shirt as myself, (original Unknown pleasures), your's woz torn and had holes and had been washed about a million times, mine woz pristine and had been washed in dreft (so had not faded, hee, hee). We slugged our way down to the front through the scabbied ridden mellay, the dust and the lakes of urine (how nice???). Having made our way to the centre we were treated to the finest performance one could ever wish for. Where are you now Shoooeeee McFee ?
