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In short, I needed to be on stage with my family. The Freakpowers.
I make some calls, everything slots neatly into place, and the next thing you know, we’ve got some gigs in Britain. Britain, where they piss on their talent until it moves to Switzerland. Britain, where they won’t pay for anything unless someone else tells them it’s good. Britain, where they can’t even raise a team of 11, out of 60 million obese chavvy fuckers, to win at their national game.
But it’s my home, and here we shall play.
