Author, journalist, and Guardian Blind Date superfan. A body like Arnold with a Denzel face. (he/him)
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This week on my Substack, I’m falling down a vertical drama rabbit hole, refusing to throw anything away EVER and revisiting 1970s Coronation Street. Come along for the boring, old, gay ride! open.substack.com/pub/boringol...
If you ever feel like you’re having a bad day, just head to the loos in Charing Cross station – more than likely there’ll be someone throwing up in one of the cubicles
I borrowed this from one of my housemates that had more money than me (which was all of them, tbh) and taped the songs I liked most.
(I don’t actually have to close my eyes to imagine things, FYI. I’m not four.)
In the Guardian Blind Date today: he claims he's never read a single Blind Date column ever and she's its biggest fan ever. A recipe for slow, creeping disaster.
My review:
In the Guardian Blind Date today: he claims he's never read a single Blind Date column ever and she's its biggest fan ever. A recipe for slow, creeping disaster.
My review:
A trillion dollars and yet still stepping on 10 trillion rakes a day
When I close my eyes and imagine all the things I had in my room in second year at university, the past really does feel like a period drama. Black & white TV, rag rug, bookshelf from The Reject Shop, midi system with turntable, Pulp Fiction poster, Dorma duvet cover, dilapidated junk shop wardrobe
I have a picture of David Hockney, painting a David Hockney, in my living room.
Paul
Justin Myers
Happy launch day to @patrickfreyne.bsky.social's Experts in a Dying Field. If you like music you’ll adore it, but it’s not really about bands or music, but weaves through friendship, people who matter, paths not taken, fate, getting older. Moving and very funny. “Bastard Deodorant. For Bastards!”
