NEVER, EVER go down Flinders Lane

Look boys, it's all mixed up. The plan was for a quiet drink at the Club. Then this arty guy named Garry Shepherd
got ahold me, and I think he slipped me a mickey.

After a while my head started spinning, I start seeing frigging faeries, flashes of the past and present, flood and famine.

It's all Shepherd's work.

Anyway, you'll see ...we ended up at some "techno' Club called The Maze ...

















Stepped outside for some air ...







Then I was here ...188 frigging 3!




Who the ****'s that?




up dere!








No fucker in sight




Whoop!




Sheet!





I wish that frigging horse would stay still...uuh, 1876





All gone ...




All gone...1881 gas fitter fuckers



How'd I get out here? Fliunders Street 1870




Bit wet !...hey, that's 1863 you dickheads




I'm guing back!



Where wuz I?







Thass not the way!






ah, home ...




Wheep!



Yeash...this'h it



ober dere...




Gotcha...




Tha'sh my baby



Garry Shepherd's from something called Wold Dragon Moonshine. Got a website.Yeah!






Anyway, thas my advice...




Never, ever go down Flinders Lane, unless you know what your doing. Like I do...


Bronte