Ode to a Nathan. I would underline that heading 'twould be uber-rad but the thing at the bottom says HTML is bad. So instead I'll reminisce as - unlike a fish I remember things. I first met this lad when the castle was a safe place to be A fellow called Jack mistook him for me (well actually it was the ot… Read more

Ode to a Nathan. I would underline that heading 'twould be uber-rad but the thing at the bottom says HTML is bad. So instead I'll reminisce as - unlike a fish I remember things. I first met this lad when the castle was a safe place to be A fellow called Jack mistook him for me (well actually it was the other way around but that doesn't rhyme) We both had long locks and often wore frocks in that warm '02 summer air. Then '03 came round and to my delight I found I could hide away in pubs, and learnt a dislike of clubs Then some stuff happened involving trampolines and vodka, and shortly after Nathan's hair fell off (he briefly resembled Jack White which gave us all a fright) and he was chased by horses and lost a HIM ticket and under a photo of him in Central Park a comment says "don't lick it" We discovered Morrissey we danced to Marr Sera appeared and we all jumped in a car which reminded me of MTA, a beautiful chapter in our lives Spandau Ballet and the Queens Vaults jukebox deserve a mention, but Spyke does not so I won't mention him. Can't remember much about '04, but Wilfreda Beehive rings a bell.