Why did I go there, when I knew you'd make things hard for me?
Don't know why I was so mopey, it's all stupid things that I felt weren't as good as they could be... main one is that Moz looked like someone's chunky uncle, he looked like a fighter, rather than a poet. Also, call that a bar? And it was too far from the tube station. And you used to be able to leave your door open. Mostly I am disappointed in myself - Having never seen Moz perform live before, I've argued many times that Martin Rossiter (of Gene) was his own man and didn't copy his stage persona from anyone in particular. Never again, I was SHOCKED into shame to discover that the NME were telling the truth all along.
He threw his shirt into the crowd, and some velociraptors got it by the looks of things.
This content originally from my very popular (in the tail end of the '90s) site popex.com. Parts were contributed by other people, but mainly originally created by me. I moved the content here here when the website eventually shut down at the start of the noughties. Hopefully this ignites memories assuming anyone sees this.