At the time these were written I was living in East Ham in a really grotty shared student house. I wasn't enjoying my course and I no longer saw the friends I'd made whilst living in Halls of Residence during my first year. London had become a lonely place, my band wasn't going anywhere and I wanted out. Mark was feeling the same way up in Stoke.
Cleavsie and I had become firm friends after meeting at a party over the summer. His letters give a taste of what our lives were like thereafter. Everything revolved around drinking, smoking dope, getting into fights and trying to meet women.
'Boots, Beer and Women' became our motto, the boots referring to the cowboy boots which were essential wear amongst serious rockers like us.
And that's pretty how things remained for the next 5 years. It's a miracle that we managed to survive, much less that we actually managed to get any women!
Once again, the letters are present as written. Punctuation was not Cleavsie's forte. Then again, I'm surprised he was able to write at all.
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