by S.T. May Copyright ©2026 Marley was dead to me. There is no doubt whatever about that. The ending of the relationship was witnessed by my friends, several of his mates, the amused bartender, and the irritated bouncer who threw his sorry ass out of the club. As far as I was concerned, Marley was as dead as a coffin-nail. Two weeks after I split from Marley, I was spending Christmas Eve at a four storey Victorian style student house in Brighton. It is the 80s, Relax by Frank