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Aug. 22nd, 2006 09:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alonewiththemoonThis morning I was thinking rather sadly that it was seven years ago today that Cully passed away--and what does my mp3 player serve me up but the Pogues' The Sick Bed of ChuCullain (Cully was short for ChuCullain).
"the ghosts are rattling at the door
and the ferret's in the chair"
He loved to lounge in my wireframe butterfly chair, hence I would sing that song to him.
"the ghosts are rattling at the door
and the ferret's in the chair"
He loved to lounge in my wireframe butterfly chair, hence I would sing that song to him.
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Date: 2006-08-22 03:03 pm (UTC)A million years ago when I was in my very early 20's I went to see The Pogues play at the Living Room in Providence (when it was in that run down factory building). I was walking by the stage exit after the set was over and a totally sh*t faced Shane MacGowan comes stumbling down the stairs and crashed into me spilling his drink all over my dress. He rights himself, looks me up and down and slurs "God, you're f*ckin beautiful" and then falls on his a$$!
My favorite brush with celebrity story! That was such a fun night - even though it was a millioin years ago I can still remember it (blah and his teeth, too!)...
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Date: 2006-08-22 05:38 pm (UTC)seven years. wow.
here's to his memory. *rasies diet coke*