THE Friday Boys are a disparate group of men spread across Tyneside who meet once a week - 'always on a Friday' - to talk about the arts, raise a glass to recently departed heroes and villains and, at the evening's end, down a whisky or two. The FBs have only one golden rule - talk of the working week is strictly off-limit.
Sunday, 11 April 2010
Song - Barry MacSweeney
Song
Out of our seats we watch the starlit company. All those animal garments of the hungry soul. They fall on the stars and the stars absorb them. To win, suck seed.
Song
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