...I wrote on here yesterday. All I meant to say was "Oops, I've fucked up another old book". But I somehow turned into Howard Moon.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
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Don't be afraid of being Howard Moon. Those of us in the know prefer Mr Moon to his frivolous colleague Mr Noir. He is, as we all know, a French duke.
Embrace the jazz trance!
You're right about Howard but the Moon would be nothing without the Noir, right?
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