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"/ was sitting on a washed-up, sand-scoured log, on another beach, looking at another night-fog-shrouded sea.
This time it was Kitsilano Beach in Vancouver, Canada., and the sea was the Pacific Ocean. I was out of the band,
7,000 miles from home, hallucinating out of my mind on acid and about as low as a man could go. The other
three weasels had finally found the courage to stage a coup d'etat, but they'd waited until I was as far as possible
from any support; even then, the miserable bastards had been scurrying around having secret meetings in
laundramats for days, before they came right out and faced me. In all fairness, I was no innocent victim, but I did
feel that more humane tactics could have been employed. To get me that far from home and drive me three parts
mad, before hammering in the stake, still strikes me as cruel and unusual, not to say a trifle excessive.
You'd think I was actually formidable."
Mick Farren, 'Give The Anarchist A Cigarette'

15th Nov. - 6th Dec. 2003
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