Never Mind the Bollocks: What’s Love Got To Do With It
I cannot comprehend fundamentalism. It's fundamentally wrong. Johnny Rotten
Most nights one of us regulars would unceremoniously tell a tatt-free stranger to fuck off. Wouldn’t matter that she appeared to comply with the, Women only; No Replicants, rule on the bar’s front door. But, on a slow retro-punk Saturday, no one summoned up the energy, so the too-femme-for-here stray scored a stay of execution. One that would be reconsidered when she revealed who and, indeed, what she was. Not that a star...