Nothing like an English gentleman.
I may have squealed with joy at Tom Baker’s appearance like a 13 year old fan girl. So good. #DoctorWho50thAnniversary
Morrissey’s autobiography is absolutely brilliant.
It’s really began to dawn on me that my idea of Heaven, or possibly a quite pretentious Arcady you could argue would be something like the following scenario…
A small Parisian flat. Much like the one Amelie resides in, in the film of the same name. A glass of something classy. Something from a decanter. Liqueur not booze… Not to get pissed, just to enjoy the taste. Sitting on the window sill, smoking a cigarette, window agape. Feeling a light evening breeze as the moon and stars illuminate my humble surroundings. Just relaxing to some jazz, possibly some Miles Davis. maybe his “Kind of Blue” record. Nothing else.
That is what I want my future to be.