Self-concerned short stories, very true cliched phrases, and massively, massively over-exaggerated statements. Also the feeling of constant and continuing suffocation by the wet-towel of melancholic nostalgia. I think I hate fashion. I definitely hate hearing people talk about it.
'It was on the moral side, and in my own person, that I learned to recognise the thorough and primitive duality of man; I saw that, of the two natures that contended in the field of my consciousness, even if I could be rightly be said to be either, it was only because I was radically both; and from an early date, even before the course of my scientific discoveries had begun to suggest the most naked possibility of such a miracle, I had learned to dwell with pleasure, as a beloved daydream, on the thought of the separation of these elements.' Two amazing things happened in 1988, this is one of them:
You learn some important things from listening to other people's conversations on the National Express. Apparently, the most important thing that I have learnt is that "Cuz's always come through. A cuz never let a cuz down", whatever that means. Personally, I think that the most important thing I have learnt recently is that it's good to have a partner in crime.
Pulling into London and driving down Baker Street at night makes me smile, especially when I pretend it's 1897. All I want to do is listen to The Cramps and get drunk with cool people with cool clothes and cool hair beacuse we are cool. I have ruined several of the lovliest pairs of shoes in the world over the last year or so, but I've had such fun doing it that I don't really mind. The least surprising thing that I have ever heard is that DJ Assault made a track called Suck My Mother Fucking Dick. My Surname doesn't begin with a B.
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