warehouse wanderings

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During 1980, like any self-respecting UK punk, I would indulge myself in freeform meandering  around deserted warehouses.  

In those days who didn’t?    

The right  warehouses were quite good places to hide from the strange people that send messages describing our past in ways I don’t remember.   Gradually, deserted warehouses became harder to find as rampant film crews,   homeless people, musicians and punks  sought their particular ambience.      

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3 bits of lovely banter on “warehouse wanderings”

  1. Madame Defarge writes:

    Well, I experience a certain desire to be lost in Ikea whenever I find myself marooned in there. Not quite sure if that’s in line with the punk ethos, but I was always more of a New Romantic (loved those Haircut 100 boys).



  2. Tim writes:

    Ah the days when bands had names crafted from reading a decent book and doing crossword at a break time. Orchestral Manouvres in the Dark, now these days that’s a name you are not likely to see outside a power cut at the Proms.

    and Oh my Lordy…. you were hardcore, Bristolian’s last of the Mohicans, I’m afraid to take a chunk out of my refrigerated Yorkie.



  3. :: Wendy :: writes:

    For M. Defarge,
    Haircut 100 sang love + 1 in a warehouse that had been disguised with canvas sheets painted to look like a tropical island and liberal doses of plastic plants. Such nice boys:

    Tim, I recommed returning your Yorkie to the store, it clearly doesn’t meet the stringent Wendy International Standards Experience (WISE) levels.



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