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The first time I watched an *entire pub* erupt into dancing as Johnny And Marie played way back in the early nineties, I didn’t entirely understand what the hell was going on.
Of course, now I get it. You just don’t get that many songs that are such open celebrations of the working class, full of hope and happy endings. Of course the pub I frequented would go wild.
Somebody had to sing this shit for people and it may as well be Phil Jones.
Google is broken, social media is fragmented (this one, at least, is a good thing) the internet is an AI toilet. Getting someone to look at your stuff on online is getting ridiculously rough. Sharing a post amongst chums or the internet at large helps loads. So here’s some buttons! Wahey!
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Sometimes it’s a sketch, a review, an article about videogames, a pointer to something Rob finds cool. Whatever, really. Expect anything, Rob’s tired of being a brand online and so it’s just stuff and things these days. Nice stuff and things, mind you.
