I showed Chief a photo of my youngest, and regaled him with tales of my growing up in the bare knuckle boxing booths of the travelling circus. He hung on my every word. And he told me of his hard life, growing up as a transvestite stripper in the underground world of Northern burlesque. We each shed tears, some of joy, mostly of sadness.
HIAG wore that T-shirt, fair play. Glad you guys got a chance to hug it all out, see lads none of us have to fight, there’s a big real world out there and we can all get along just fine... most of us. I’m glad some folk have crossed over to my side, make love not war. HIAG and Chief have been making lo... well they’re mates now I hope.