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triumphant nights of Supergrass at the charming Shepherd's Bush Empire. Thanks
to all who turned up to see us. A
big thanks also to Rocket Science, the Libertines and Ed Harcourt for
supporting us plus the crew, my parents & God etc. |
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Due
to technical difficulties experienced on stage during the
performance, Mr. Robert Coombes is unable to smile for the
camera. |
Robert
Coombes sets the controls for the heart of the sun. |
Mick
Brown "out of the Clash" casts his terminator like
gaze over proceedings. |
The
Tunnock's dark chocolate Caramel; prince of confection |
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| Old
cloaks home |
Danny
relaxes au natural |
Chicken
breast on a bed of roasted potatoes and lightly sautéed mange
tout. |
Ed
Harcourt & Danny share a moment of quiet reflection in the
dressing room. |
Gaz,
soggy and a bit loose at the seams, but still happy |
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| Unmistakably
Jackal country |
The
kid has a well deserved fag break after working the light show
into a frenzy |
The
smoking lighting desk |
Mick
does Omar Sharif on acid |
Can
you spot the difference between the Kid & his pooch |
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| That
pooch in action |
Pumpkin
on your stereo - it is Halloween after all |
Roman
X - Rocket Science's keyboard wizard |
More
pointless diary filler |
Dermot's
photo of Danny's snare. |
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Stage
door |
The
last highway home |
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