The Rise And Fall Of Falcon Records — AND RISE OF FM MUSIC!!!!
AUGUST
2004 - SIMON HARDING, AFTER
A LONG HIATUS FROM THE
SCENE, HAS RESURFACED AS THE
MANAGER (YES, MANAGER!) OF
FM MUSIC IN THE BARGATE
CENTRE OF SOUTHAMPTON! NEWS
JUST IN REVEALS HIM TO BE
INCREDIBLY HAPPY, FINALLY
OFF THE BREW AND READY FOR
WAR! MORE AS IT ARRIVES....
Welcome to
Falcon Records, the official
site for tramps across London.
Well, just two of them
actually. Their names are
Simon Harding and Martin
Griffiths (or Si and Marty as
they prefer to be known).
So why
donate a whole site to these
low-lifes? This is because
they are not your ordinary
brew heads, they were
literally forced into the
underworld. They had no
choice. Their homes were
destroyed and their business
(a successful independent
record shop - a pillar of the
community) closed down right
before their own eyes - no one
deserves that.
Rumours
have it that if you go into
the shop which housed Falcon
Records (now a toy store) and
listen closely, you can still
hear the cries of "setup,
setup, you facka set me up".
So who is
responsible for these horrific
events? Believe it or not, it
was an inside job. "He was
such a sweet little boy" cries
Simon. "as soon as we saw his
Manic hoody, we knew he was
right for us" confirms Marty.
The boy in question was a work
experience pupil
sent from a nearby
school. This boy is
sick, no question. Troubled
childhood prehaps? How could
they have known? They didn't
stand a chance.
So this is
why Simon and Marty - icons
forever, have their own
website
This
website is designed to
give you an insight into their
lives, record shop &
musical tastes, sexuality,
cups of fac'in tea
and ultimately, their
demise by the hands of one
bitter and twisted work
experience pupil.....
PLEASE
NOTE:
I
am not to be held responsible
for any action made by Simon
or Marty as a result of this
website.
This includes:
-Asking for change
-Directing strange
orgasmic sounds and/or abuse
at you
-Stealing your wallet
and/or clothes (including
underwear)
-Splashing the brew
over your new Gucci outfit
On a different note,
you might notice that i
love and hate them... well
that can't be helped!
Dirty, filthy, repulsive, smelly, grubby, call
them what you like. But dont call them your friends...