I'm too staid and crotchedy to dance. But a long time ago I discovered that two of my friends Chris and Mike would instinctively dance like spastic roaches to hellish blandishments of my Pogues mixtape. Especially potent was "Sick Bed of Cu Chulainn" and "Bottle of Smoke". It was like chimps on angel dust, I tell ya.
― Lord Custos, Wednesday, 2 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)