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You're a good bunch o' lads.
now i'm good for this
Thought of having to go out later is killing me.
if you want to do this thing properly
first amongst equals
I hope you get a red nose as you sip on your booze of choice
I hope you give people lovely stuff
I hope you receive lovely stuff
hope everyone has a great day
MARLON was dead: to begin with... this must be distintly understood, because there's a bit later where he comes on as a ghost.
It is a summer's day and we see ROSCOE sitting in the offices of his business, Roscoe & Marlon's Indie Band Merch Contraceptives Inc. His young clerk, SLASH, is sitting at his desk, too.
SLASH: Can I have Christmas day off, Ebenezer Roscoe?
ROSCOE: Of course you can. It is company policy you stupid gun forward-slash rose
SLASH: Great. The missus is going down Hanley to pick up the veggies tonight; can't wait for tomorrow having Christmas dinner with me fam'ly, duck
ROSCOE: Tomorrow? It is the ninth of June tomorrow. Not Christmas. You still are coming in tomorrow.
SLASH: But, sir, Christmas!
ROSCOE: It literally isn't. I refuse to give you tomorrow off; we have to get this deal with hot new indie band Mumford and Sons
SLASH: Their sound is real contemporary. BUT I NEED CHRISTMAS OFF FR MY FAMILTY
(this goes on for ages, and then I skip on later to ROSCOE going home having refused to let SLASH have tomorrow off)
ROSCOE is opening his door and the door turns into MARLON's face
MARLON: WoooOOOooooOOOOoooooo I a ghost Roscoe hello wooo like Capser
ROSCOE: Shit me that was funky
(ROSCOE goes upstairs to enjoy his dinner of a bucket of minestrone)
ROSCOE: I love minestrone it's good
MARLON: (appearing) WoooOOOOoooOOOOoooo Roscoe I have a warning for you you fat crump
ROSCOE: You cannot be a geist. Tisn't rational, theres more of gravy than the grave of you cause of all that gravy I heavily laced with loadsa acid or something loik shit the wals are meltign wo
MARLON: No mate I'm real, let Slash have a Christmas off tomorrow dickhead else you'll end up like me as a ghost
ROSCOE: Erryone dies, mate
MARLON: But I have irritable bowel syndrome in the afterlife, it's a real struggle when you want a night out with dead authors and GK Chesterton keeps making rude remarks about me enough as it is
ROSCOE: Oh no
MARLON: Bye then there will be three ghosts more to reiterate the point
(ROSCOE goes to bed and is visited by three ghosts at once)
ROSCOE: I thought you were meant to come in installments
PAST GHOST: Nah mate
PRESENT GHOST: Want to knock off early mate
FUTURE GHOST: Aight
PAST GHOST: Basically let Slash off for Christmas
PRESENT GHOST: Look he has two sons London Emilio (born August 28, 2002) and Cash Anthony (born June 23, 2004) and they are going to have a rate shit Christmas
FUTURE GHOST: And you will die
ROSCOE: I am going to let him have a day off Christmas but tomorrow is literally not Christmas it is the ninth of June
FUTURE GHOST: Just do it mate or you will die
PRESENT GHOST: Off we go and, London Emilio (born August 28, 2002) and Cash Anthony (born June 23, 2004) didn't die or anything
(ROSCOE wakes up)
ROSCOE: You boy what day is this
BOY: It's November 22 1963 and you are in Dallas
ROSCOE: They did it all in just under a century and somehow moved me across the Atlantic
CASH ANTONY: And god bless us everyone
ROSCOE: Wait so I can change the past to change the future. Let's go to the grass knoll
and I'm so sorry
I read it. I always read it. don't ever stop.
cheers for a very entertaining year
Thanks DiS for recommending obscure albums I haven't got time to listen to
of their own tunes.
Steam all of them here:
Or download the bandcamp album of selected cuts here: