Don’t call it a comeback.
What are we to do with our eyes?
Join the Dulwich Raider and Dirty South, in a pub, for the very first Deserter podcast.
Gin, cricket, art and war. And pubs, lots of pubs.
People are forced to exist in underground tunnels or high-rise monoliths, while at ground level cars roam free.
‘Fuck art, let’s drink,’ said Half-life, wafting warm air up his dress.
Cycle to pubs like country folk, but without running into your cousins, who may be your sisters.
Fuck the neutrals. Embrace the partisan.