In a strange way, whenever you listen to Malibu you’re always a little disappointed…
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I met up with an old friend recently who I’ve not seen for literally a donkey’s years
who I obviously won’t name, because even if the chance of him reading this are slim I’m a great believer in data protection, so let’s just call him ‘J Theakston’…
No, that’s too obvious, let’s call him ‘Jamie T’…
No, not that Jamie T, who did one amazing song ten years ago and is still crapping out songs not fit to lick the sweat off Sheila’s boots to this day, a different Jamie T
Necessary Evil 