We used to see Henry stomping his way down to the Food House, looking surly in his "look at my tats" wife-beater & Bermuda shorts. At least we never had to see him live in a Speedo.
And while we're wallowing in music & nostalgia, here's where ex-cohabitant Mike/Mick will be rocking it next Fri. Look at the price, it's like 1984 all over again!!
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