Rave sucks, but when you’re stuck in there, tripping your balls off, catching sight of this and becoming so transfixed with it that you start developing religious theories about asses, it actually starts to make perfect sense.Comments/Enlarge |
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So what if Anton Newcombe’s a sloppy drunk whose only real talent is convincing record-industry benchwarmers that he’s a genius? Eight years ago he wrote half an OK song and he’s still looking great!Comments/Enlarge |
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David Gillanders grew up in Glasgow and like most Glaswegians he soon found himself immersed in the sport known as "fighting". Because he was smart, David decided to do his fighting in the relative safety of a boxing gym, rather than down the back alley...
