Smallman, why are you such an attention grabbing fucking retard with your FAOs assuming nobody here reads RA or knows what’s going on in their own neck of the woods, music-wise?
It’s like the message board equivalent of wandering round an office all day, approaching people’s desks with a leery shit-eating grin going “One for you sir!” as I hand a particularly garish flyer for a new Indian that has opened at the bottom of a colleague’s road, “I know you like Indian, Rob, maybe you haven’t seen this? Trust OLB!” to which he wonders how I know which suburb he lives in, and why I have bothered to remember it and collect flyers for him, and correctly tells me to fuck off, before I go to Marjorie the cleaner’s cupboard, “One for you.” It’s a newspaper insert of all the great deals on cleaning products at the local Homebase right now! And so on…
