Make luck pursue you my darling boy.
The sun shines bright in France,
yellow it shines on High Barbaree.
O be my light of day,
tarry not long on the banks of sweet Italy.
Manned Flight 1999, Simon Patterson
Entirely obsessed with Routledge classics, The Prisoner, Simon Patterson and aquariums. Can't wait to go the Slade!
Like: Schadenfreude, seafood, dioramas, microcosms, the smell of Professor
Burp's Bubbleworks, hand holding, lip biting, book reading, clothes shopping, fish keeping, honey, bees, spicy food, pangolins, bowhead whales, the word 'Oppugnant', white leggings, countries which are no longer countries, white shoes, "local", rural chic, bric-a-brac, having someone to look good beside, cooking for everyone, solid pretense, lying and getting away with it every time, cross sections, inappropriate erections, dancing with a cigarette, 70's tits, Victorian exploration, the diamond industry, 1940s clothing, sausage rolls, eternal souls, tunnels, mines, just watching films and cuddling for hours and hours, furtive winks, tenuous links, holding your hand, having things to fall back on, submarine pens, famous trees, when you both realise that you're looking at each other and you can start smiling at each other, shorts with braces, aviation archaeologists, sleeping
Don't like: HAYFEVER, blazers with jeans, not washing my hair, leather jackets, waking up, organised religion, philistines, pedants, being told what to do, hayfever, reggae, people doing boring degrees, bad photography, the way everyone always disappears to watch neighbours at half five, world record breakers, nylon, graphic designers, being late for things, how girls like cunts, muscles, locals, tribal tattoos, avocado, pasties, potatoes, chinese food, waking up on my own, 'moing all over the place, fucking rank dreadlocks
