Showdowns From The Bottom
Of The Third Division Of The Soul
A
shining beacon on the front cover of the slightly dubious 'GAS'
comic
magazine in the late eighties, Roy emerged fully formed as the
archetypal
maverick sporting sublapsarian.
Just the two colours, then. But he did demonstrate a wholeness, harmony
and a certain radiance within his few allotted frames of reference.
Always
ending with a roar of approval (or disapproval) from the proletarian
masses
in the terraces and a sultry "So long, pards..."