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
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
A trillion dollars and yet still stepping on 10 trillion rakes a day
Some great lines – in every sense – in this new Madonna interview. www.interviewmagazine.com/music/madonn...
(I don’t actually have to close my eyes to imagine things, FYI. I’m not four.)
I have a picture of David Hockney, painting a David Hockney, in my living room.
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!”
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.
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...