I can't help feeling that "band" is perhaps too strong a word here. As far as The Thomas Coles Experience are concerned, they feature S.C.B.'s occasional rhythm guitarist, pianist and tuneful singer, Lord Moxther, and are named after Glasgow's greatest ever poet.
You're supposed to be asleep. Unless it actually is the morning now. In which case I should probably stay awake. Excepting that I shouldn't. I'm a bitter sip of shit-merlot (with irrelevant cabernet sauvignon) away from finishing the second bottle, ignoring the gin. We'll see how it goes. I don't know what I've already said, and all I see are dark eyes.
Maybe I should start using this thing again - never mind that no one I ever speak to ever uses it. Excepting you, of course, but you scarcely count. In a nice way.
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