"I know it was a long time ago, but the misty-eyed romanticism bit just does not butter my cream cracker(with a large, dirt-ingrained thumb). The Goo-thans ouevre was a raw, suppurating mass of throbbing scar tissue howling in a bleak and empty post-industrialist wasteland (that hovered on the outskirts of a futile, degraded conurbation , whose lack of defining character served only to humiliate further an already heartless and mostly legless populace) and as such, should best be preserved on the medium by which it was conceived-the 3-Quid Polish guitar, the brass fireguard and finally, the cheap plastic tranny(nothing mucky about cross dressing in this day and age).
The plebian adolescent squallings of your correspondents only serve to cheapen and demean the legacy handed to them, a legacy which is being needlessly squandered as we mire ourselves in this baldly secular, hedonistic and hitherto GOO-THAN-free Millenium".