The Windmill (Brixton, South London)
We are blessed with a ramshackle bohemian outpost. The crib of klaxtons. Thunderclap families with so so modern sounds. Art brute. From dusk till dawn without the vampires. The owner Seamus came from Ireland in the 70's to dig ditches. His wife kathryn liked to dance. Met the dog Lassie. They ate post-punk rice cakes and drank Red Stripe lager. A new utopia of howling wombats piped through the ceiling. A toothless woman sd I've been looking at your through my rum. A disco valentine. This is my friend's song. Alle alle vixen free. Dada chuku dada chuku dada dada dada chuku. Free passes for local residents. Past the funeral shop and you are there. Champions of the crystal stilt. They wrestled their classic education in a zen arcade. Magic numbers with a frightened rabbit. Above toilet: I'm watching you pee. I’m gonna lick yr neurons. It’s good to be lost in the city. A British Icarus. What price Wonderland?