Lincoln Away, 30 January
1999
A rare snap between
pubs
Scenes of bedlam on
the boneshaker back to Newark, as we make the point that, unlike the air raid siren boys,
some of us don't need any help to get an atmosphere going. I particularly like those legs
in the left hand corner. Whose are they? What are they doing there? Perhaps we'll never
know.
More of the same. Huge
crease down the middle for some reason.
