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Somewhere between Camden and Islington
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The Rise And Fall Of Falcon Records - AND RISE OF FM MUSIC!!!!

Somewhere between Camden and Islington

Everybody has the right to walk the streets without being bothered for change, or underwear in some cases. So this page is designed for you, the everyday citizen, who doesn't want to be hassled by these dirty swilling..... (sorry there might be children reading).
So here we point out the black spots around London.
 

Location: Outside Camden Tube
Date: 22/01/04
Time: 4:45pm
Description: Simon sitting outside the station drinking a 3 litre bottle of White Ace disguised by a dirty blue bag. He was shouting at strangers while randomly downing the filth from the bottle. He was dressed in a pair of shit stained combats which were soaked from the crouch, down to his left shoe. He was also wearing a jacket that reaked of brew and a dirty cap that looked like it had spent most of its life down a diaheria filled toilet...
 
Location: 24 hour off-license
Date: 05/02/04
Time: 02:05am
Description: Si & Marty stumbling in pissed and knocking over an entire stack of Special Brew before giggling like schoolgirls while admiring the mess they made. Marty was wearing a suspect pair of shit-stained shorts while Si looked in desperate need of a wash, they purchased 4 cans of White Ace ( change all in coppers ), before shuffling outside and urinating on the shop window, much to the chagrin of the Turkish cashier.
 
Location: Camden Burger King
Date: 07/02/04
Time: Roughly 12 noon
Description: Marty charging into the store wearing a ripped puffa jacket and a pair of sandals (the area in between best not described) before violently knocking people out of the queue and ordering a Quaterpounder with regular fries. When the innocent cashier pointed him in the direction of the cheaper-value meal deals, he swung at him, stole someone else's order, then made a quick exit. Sighted just outside at the same time was Si, who was mugging the loveable Brewhead with the cowboy hat, by churlishly squeezing his balls with one hand and emptying his pockets with the other.
 
Location: Hackney Central Park
Date: 25/03/04
Time: 1300 hours
Description: Simon was sprawled out over a park bench lapping up the warm spring air. He was without a shirt (a site for sore eyes) and had a ripped pair of tracksuit bottoms. I couldn't decide whether he had trainers on or not. I tried to approach but realised i wasn't carrying a oxygen mask! I turned to my right after hearing a few grunting noises to find a naked Marty searching the vomit level contents of a flea ridden bin. He pulled out what looked like a half eaten sandwich. I never knew he liked brown bread. Oh, wait a minute... that isn't brown bread... Oh god.. no.. i'm going to be sick.
 
Location: The Class A Side of Camden Tube Station
Date: 15/05/04
Time: 20:09
Description:  Harding and Marsipan rolling around outside a Kebab shop battling for the last can of Special Brew. It looked to be in Si's favour until Marty used the cheap tactic of pulling down the former (yes, former) manager's trousers and leaves down. People hurried by, pretending not to notice, though one small child was seen to throw up, while another pointed and laughed. Spotting this, Si chased after the child screeching 'wot u fac'in larfin' at?', seemingly oblivious to the fact that he was exposed to all. Then something truly bizarre happened. A very gangland-esque car turned up, and a window came down. Some crook with longish hair and a beard stuck his head out and was heard to say 'blup! blup! If only Fraser could see you now! blup! blup!' before the car (with the numberplate BISHOP1) sped off. Si then turned purple, screamed 'IT'S 'IM! IT'S 'IM!' before promptly pissing down his left leg. Before Marty could offer him a calming sip of Brew, the feds had arrived. Si would spend the evening in a cell.
 
Location: FM Music, Southampton
Date: 19/08/04
Time: Around midday
Description: Si serving another happy customer before being asked if he could order a rare punk album. When the person in question said 'I don't know if you could help me, but...', Si immediately leaped in with 'Yeeeaaah! How can I help?' Upon consulting his trusty computer, Si admitted to the customer that things were looking bleak, but don't worry, I'll make a couple of calls. One phonecall later and the customer leaves the shop in a state of euphoria as all present precede to give the Long-Haired Lothario a round of applause. Around 5 minutes later, Si is seen to be taking a call of some mystery: indeed, he hangs up after bellowing a second 'Whhhhyyyy?'
 

Smell something awful? 9/10 it is them. Please let us know where and when you had the misfortune of seeing these tree-humping rats.