airmaxshoes2011

On the Road Again MiYako, where Steve Jones danced with Britt Ekland"*#tlkling7", Roi Stewart's old girlfriend. Did she spend the night with him? 'Sh told me not to say anything,' he said, 'but use that bit in you story!' The road crew took great pleasure in relating to me how the ignored McLaren's attempts at getting unknown punk bands on stage at the Winterland. They thought McLaren was a ranJ amateur who had no business considered him a security leak. man. Graham sure knows how was that Bill Graham actually didn't. being in rock & roll. They alsc'Winterland was the best sho.~ to put on a show!' Proof of thi liked the music. The road cre~ Rotten didn't want to go to real louis vuitton handbags Rio so he had Noel Monk bool him into a hotel 25 miles away in San Jose. He was sick from th flu and had been throwing up blood. He was also tired o Malcolm's publicity stunts. He louis vuitton wallet with cheap also hates flying. Sid was staying with some punkettes in Haight-Ashbury, of al places. Noel figured that his job ended at Winterland, so if Si* killed himself at this point, it's not his fault. At 6.00 a.m. on 16 January, Steve, Paul, Malcolm and the res of the Pistols' staff piled into cabs and louis vuitton epi leather clutch drove out to the airport t* catch the flight to Rio. Malcolm drove out to John's hotel witl Sid to talk him monogram vernis bags into going to Rio, but gave up on the whole mess Everyone missed the flight, so they drove back to the MiYakc Paul and Steve hung around all day and were very depressed. Si* OD'ed that day, in addition to passing out on the plane on th way to New York. Tony Parsons If You're on the Road TONY PARSONS If The Boy Looked at Johnny was damn close to fiction, co-autbor Tony Parsons went the wbole bog in bis f'rst solo novel, Platinum Logic. The portrait be paints of 'Tbe Biz' is only marginally diluted by the lacle of a dose of Burcbill-bile. Tbis excerpt introduces Deuce Berner, Parsons's composite version of sixties roclestardom. If you're on the road and big enough, anything you want is available on room service. The slight, unnaturally gaunt-looking man dressed in black leather was Deuce Berner. He was big enough and it was taking its toll. He sprawled across three front- row seats in the first-class compartment of a Pan Am 747, bored, fatigued and ignoring Coal Miner's Daztgbter for the tenth time that year.