THE LAST FLIGHT OF THE CORSAIRS II:
The end was soon in sight for the the band with Ross,
relationships within the group were increasingly fractious
maybe the smoke had changed or the literature grown darker,
but the drummer finally threw us out of his cottage
so we were forced to join the human race & pay for a rehearsal
room like all the rest. I remember one place in Cardiff that
was half derelict with only a dirt floor & one plug
socket hanging on wires that we ran all the amps off. The last
rehearsal room was a community centre up in the valleys.
A clean place, with toilets, electricity, windows & everything.
The only problem was it’s proximity the street & the gangs of
bored kids cruising it. One lot broke in & started threatening
to do us. For some reason I remembered something I’d read in
a Sociology book about recruiting your enemy to police your back
yard (it was nonsense but we were desperate). I stepped up to the
biggest, baddest looking of the lot, took him to one side & whispered,
“Do you wanna stay in here & watch us rehearse?”
“Yeah”
“All you have to do is chuck your mates out & you can stay.
you’ll be like our security”
“Alright then ta!”
So he chucked his mates out & we got our rehearsal, but
that night we begged a van of a bloke round the corner & hauled all
our gear out, knowing full well our new security would be back with
his mates to knick the lot. The hippy dream was over, the kettle
never sung again.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
Rmfrd
J´a door
…or wherever it is today. I swear I wouldn´t touch a thing without permission 🙂