Steady On Eddy
The Doorman And The Poet On the doors of Hell and Heaven I stick my chest out, showing some grace for unlike other nights it’s the first of the eves the quieter one! ‘’Steady on Eddy’. Shouts my mate Bert ‘’Don’t want too tempt fate you know, famous last words, after all night club crowds can spin like CD’S and burn'' The queue curling long, thick with kisses Christmas happy Chap’s and Lasses carols mixed with tunes in rap holy night club joy Poppers, whistles, Harvey wall-bangers and gin-fizzes... Sign in to see full entry.