And we named our cat after him

Cherry

By Noo

Tue, 29 Dec 2015
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Hand made boots

And a dark, dark heart

General knowledge genius

And hoarder

Funny fucker

Collector of esoterica

Lonely man.

At Download

He was way past his salad days

Gaunt, frail

The cowboy hat

Too big

For his skull

I don't wanna live forever sounded

Like truth,

Like certainty.

This morning

Lemmy the Cat

Cried into her breakfast.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

a lovely tribute

 

 

Submitted by Bee on

I liked this too. 

Bee

Submitted by celticman on

couldn't sing, I guess that wasn't his thing. cowboy hat - fuck that. 

 

Submitted by blighters rock on

He was a fruit machine head just like me. I met him in the basement of the Embassy club in Mayfair circa 1984. I didn't know who he was and while there were plenty of gorgeous females about, all I wanted to do was play the machine. I didn't have any money so I had to watch him. He had a way of putting the fifty pence pieces into the gullet that I'd never seen before, one ater the other from his hand fresh out of the bank bags, and I was transfixed by how he did it. In those days, if someone wanted to watch you play a fruit machine, there was no problem, and we had a wee laugh as he lost his load. A truly beautiful person who took everything on the chin

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Lemmy the cat in mourning, sadshe is classier but he was so likeable.