Rare as rockin’ horse poop!
Please accept my apologies for the tardiness of this, my befuddled view of October Stafford.
John Kocinski chatted, at length, with a crowd that was obviously familiar with his amazing CV, and outside some old blokes rummaged around in piles of irony-ally for elusive bits for their obscure projects, or maybe they were just rummaging. But that’s what I love about Stafford, from the wonderful (but slightly bizarre) Sunbeamists to
