To all my friends, present, past and beyond,
Especially those that weren't with us too long,
[Your] life was the most precious thing we could lose.
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Memories of closing our sets with a terrible cover of Bro Hymn and hijacking the sound system at our sixth form "prom" to stick it on in a shit act of pointless rebellion.
Of being the token bassist that can't really play anything other than badly timed root notes.
Of going away to our first music festivals well below the legal drinking age and passing out in a field after necking four alcopops in ten minutes.
Of realising boobers were the best for groping.
Of "moshing" in homely living rooms at raucous house parties at that one "cool" kids' house whose dysfunctional parents were never there.
Of not having to get up and go to work the next day (there might be a recurring subconscious theme to these blog entries.)
WHEN YOU WERE HERE THE FUN WAS NEVER ENDING
LAUGHAMINUTE WAS ONLY THE BEGINNING
