Profligate leftist prostitution partying from who knows where. || "It is now less and less necessary for the writer to invent the fictional content of his novel. The fiction is already there. The writer's task is to invent the reality." -- JG Ballard. || "You try running with your sagging breasts down the middle of the fucking street. People will throw a blanket over you. And grab you. And call the police. For fuck's sake." -- Germaine Greer.
5 fantastic tunes.
Lost myself so many times in these tunes.
Posted by Sim-O | Monday, April 25, 2011 8:47:00 pm
I was made fun of once for listening to Valley of the Shadows when I was 11. In fairness, I had mainly bought the CD because Encore Une Fois by Sash! was also on it.
Posted by septicisle | Monday, April 25, 2011 10:38:00 pm
The chose to take the piss of Valley of the Shadows when they could've taken the piss because of Sash, with more justification?
I hope you beat them to death with a Kajagoogoo LP?
Posted by Sim-O | Tuesday, April 26, 2011 8:38:00 am
There is a happy ending to this story: we later became friends and he now mixes.... drum and bass.
Posted by septicisle | Tuesday, April 26, 2011 1:45:00 pm
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