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October 22nd, 2005
![[info]](http://lj.rossia.org/img/userinfo.gif) ardento | 10:02 pm
The venue is unknown, but it appears to have happened when the rest of the band had walked on stage leaving him alone in the dressing room frantically trying to arrange his tousled head of hair. As a last resort, and more through desperation than anything, he poured his coloured mandrax pills into a jar of Brylcreem and slopped the entire mess on his head. Picking up his guitar, he strode purposefully on stage.
Underneath the hot lights the coagulated gunge began to melt and drip down over Syd's forehead, and a couple of dozen freaked fans in the front row screamed in unison as his face looked for all the world as if it was disintegrating before their very eyes.
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