I've been listening to the classic debut album by Rage Against The Machine this morning. My age started to show when I was singing/chanting along to Bruno Brookes's favourite song 'Killing In The Name' which as you know builds up to a powerful
"FUCK YOU I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME!"...
...while I was doing the washing up and sorting the laundry out.
I may have to kick a bin over to show I still have the heart of a punk. No, someone will have to clean it up.
1992! If my 1992 self saw me I wonder what he'd think, apart from "thank fuck you've/I've still got hair".
