Upstairs at The Garage 24.01.2000
lights are going at full speed forever and the volume
is cranked up as far as the authorities allow. Ahh, 'tis bliss indeed.
Upstairs at The Garage 24.01.2000 |
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| The smell of oranges fills the nostrils, the strobe lights are going at full speed forever and the volume is cranked up as far as the authorities allow. Ahh, 'tis bliss indeed. |
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| Photographs by Medwyn Jones | |||