My only visit to Fudge Heights came after the 5th anniversary TAR gig, I believe... Am quite pleased to say that it lived up its reputation and I feel lucky to have not contracted any weird and wonderful diseases. I vaguely remember walking over the road to Hilly's old flat at 5 or 6 in the morning with a total perma-grin on my face due to the fact that I was stoned out of my fucking box. Long live Fudge!
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