Took my daughter to the monthly markets this morning. I swear its just the same shit every month these days...but i had a mission. I had to buy some free range eggs (as the guy i usually get them from's chickens have stopped laying. sorry, but i live in a cage egg free house hold) as i cannot tolerate a sunday without eggs for breakfast.
Anyway, went to get a pie from Ridgy Didge and the guy who owns the place yells at me Jello Biafra, 1977, Southern California. I then remember I was wearing a DK (i hear they have reformed and doing a few shows in the US) shirt. He then began to tell me that he use to jam in a band call The Lood (prononced leud) on the floor beneath where the DK's use to rehearse, and that Jello was quie a nice guy. Note to self....man at pie shop is old punker = ally...oh and the pie was tops.
So i goes home and decide to pull out some DK's, while going through my extensive collection (it's quite large) i come across Devo "Duty Now for the Future" and decided that will be even better. So here i sit, typing away cranking Devo (who are releasing an album this year) while watching rugby league.
My wife and daughter are fast asleep in the next room, and another succesful Sunday has passed. Today i learnt that I'm not the only punker who loves a pie, i like DK's but have never been to drunk to fuck and despite loving Devo, i will never make it as a secret agent man. Later
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