But O for the touch of a vanished hand,El Barbudo has saddled up his horse and left town. I kept meaning to link to the filthy animal, but I never got round to it, and now it's too late. Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: I almost linked to El Barbudo.
And the sound of a voice that is still...
Ball Bag is still going, however. I’d forgotten what a stupid cunt he is.
