Somewhere in L4, in a petrie dish, a nightmare was starting.
The dregs of society sampled and brought together to form a heinous anti social and ugly brotherhood of banjo pluckers with a hatred for fair play, belgian waiters and stone construction. 😱
Bill Airey?
I spent weeks in metalwork crafting a Breck Road deathstar key ring, glazing it with irridescent enamel colours, it being the size of a 2p.
Years later I found a pair of tin snips and kept them out of nostalgia.