All the best band names are taken. Evidence? Bravado. All the best songs have been written. Evidence? Bravado. All the best non-interactive band websites have been made. Evidence? Bravado. The word on every serious music lover's lips. The three syllables of revolution and fierce invention. All the best derivative punk bands have been and gone. Thank the Gods for Bravado.
The Timescan not be held accountable for damages inflicted on persons of sound aesthetic judgment by the contents herein, but may, in time, register some guilt over the matter.
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Proceed with caution, whisky, whiskey, a bucket(,) and a blindfold.
Duck, Duck, Cockatiel
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The move is officially complete, though I'm still living with a few islands
of stuff—the main one located in what agents like to call the "meals area".
Rea...
Horace in a Vacuum
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Here’s something with a view to something. Borne of eighteen minutes spent
at a window, it begins like this, with a tap filling a bathtub and a radio
on, a...
Permanent Settlement
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Dear friends, readers, passers by, Hugh, Ben, (Mike you are my face book
friend already)...,
I have not written anything here for a while and probably will...
Stuff to come AKA... R.I.P Arthur Lee
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Ok to fall in line with Hugh & the Angus eventually some form of a top ten
list will appear involving records & songs & such.
In the mean while here's a t...
What's your favourite thing about Hugh And The Times?
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Deep, suspicious eyes, prominent knees, corkscrew nose, lone rib, right-handed. Highly dangerous, slightly educated. Runs a fat-person café in St. Kilda. Always on the lookout. We've exchanged four words by now, three unprintable. Knows me well.
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