Sunday, 6 July 2014


flails drums for The Fuckwitz, a part-time punk band
who tour Europe for a month each year. As he’s fond
of telling us, they’re popular in Switzerland,

which half-explains the incident with the groupies
Olga and Petra – their only ‘babes’, alas –
in Lake Geneva, after playing Caves de Versoix:

skinny-dipping by moonlight, when Cosimo raced
against Trevor, the bassist, and merrily goosed
the babes in the depths, where the moon didn't shine; pissed-

up to the nines on the all-they-could-drink payment
in lieu of cash, an offer that singer Raymond
accepted without a thought. Encore smashed. Vraiment.

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