Hippy’s are not your friends, cash is what they like and all the love and peace shit is just a diversion, I bet you’ve heard this before from other Punk/Funk types like me so what can I say. My studio is turning into a fucking commune with outdoor films and dudes smoking weed and the rest tonight. I’d almost rather be a hipster, just like that cunt with the tash and large dog who walks up and down Kingsland Rd. What a wanker, a pleaseant one too I bet. Anyway hippes, hipsters, Hackney Wick…soon i’m back in Israel and they can all fuck off, where’s a drink ?

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