“There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't sit still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will. They range the field and rove the flood, And they climb the mountain's crest; Their's is the curse of the gypsy blood, And they don't know how to rest.” - Robert Service
Thursday, 9 May 2013
Where's My Club Application Form?
Thanks, Ke$ha, for reminding me that even though I'm not thrilled to be getting older today, I am now eligible for membership into rock music's most infamous club....