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The Other BahdBAN EASY LISTENING!SHOOT CLIFF! LIVE TONIGHT!The scrawled, black and white posters were pinned to every tree and lamppost along Mosley Street. Even the bus stop and the two back-to-back telephone kiosks on the corner hadn't escaped. A red Nissan Micra parked at the side of the road had three plastered across the windscreen and another one slap-bang in the middle of its bonnet. I thought it was more than the little car deserved.Danny peeled one off a telegraph pole. 'Is that what they're called?' he asked. 'Shoot CliffVI nodded.He handed me the poster. 'Very witty,' he said sarcastically.I looked at it only briefly; it was tacky and amateurish. Our posters would be better. I scrunched it up and tossed it into the gutter.We'd been able to hear the band from at least two streets away; what they lacked in ability they seemed determined to make up for in volume. We crossed the road and headed towards the scout hut as the shrieking of a heavily distorted guitar cut through the evening air. An elderly lady walking her rat-like litde dog shook her head at us and mumbled, 'Shouldn't be allowed,' as she passed by. The small, leaning scout hut didn't look fit to withstand such an onslaught forCUD