MICK MCSHANE is roused by a band whose socialism laces every line of every song with commitment and raw passion
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GAGGING for a pint, or maybe a glass of wine? Malbec perhaps, in an establishment dedicated to such beverages? Pubs, I believe they used to be called.
Spare a thought for Noah then, who, after 150 days aboard the ark, first had to plant grape vines before he could enjoy a cup or two of the good stuff.
Little wonder, then, that as soon as they bore fruit “he drank of the wine, and was drunken; and he was uncovered within his tent.” In other words, Noah got plastered and took his clothes off.
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