An eye-witness: I first come
to the noble art one sunday evening at
7-o-clock opening time when
I were on an acid trip, having just come
from the roundhouse pop concert
which was like being in hell. Everybody
in the place had a broken nose
or a Colley Flower ear and they had
Lonny's Dad's Belt behind the
bar covered in silver plates. The barman
had a blue L tattooed on the
Right-hand side of his face and
vicey-versy, but it was alright
when he looked in the mirror. It was
called the noble art because
all these customers was handy with their
dukes (and probably their duchesses,
too). Coarse, things do look funny
when your tripping. Next time
I come, Lonnys Dads Belt was gone, which
I expeckt he needed, and all
the Dukes had gone over to the Steeles, so
they changed the name back
again.