I aint gay or anything, apart from my deep unconditional love for Bjork.
Because who could resist her, walking in on her heels in stripy tights in a chapel.
Bjork: While you are away my heart comes undone. Slowly unravels in a ball of yarn. The devil collects it with her grin. Our love. In a ball of yarn. He'll never return it.
Indigenous Peeps: When you come back, we'll have to make new love.
But how beautiful.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VbHGOFwH09k
Thursday, 2 July 2009
Sunday, 21 June 2009
It's a long way down
This is my daughter's feet on the glass floor of the Spinnaker tower in Portsmouth. A very scary place to be.
Well just fuck it...
so who wouldn't smoke their head off, not to mention neck bottle upon bottle of wine, given my circumstances.
Friday, 23 January 2009
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