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Who Are You?: The 39 year old who decides it's time to kick and scream
Where Are You?: I'm here, and I'm not here. What Are You?: An enthusiastic failure who lurches from disappointment to diappointment and still thinks it's gonna get better What do you make?: Fish food What do you love?: Man. Laugh. Man. Laugh. Man What do you hate?: Uniformity. Cafe Rouge. Gap. Any number of singers dancing in unison to a popular melody and loving it. What do you listen to?: Mingus among us What do you watch?: Faces What do you drink?: Faces What do you smoke?: Life. I'm the fag end. What do you take?: No chances, no liberties. Nothing up the arse. What do you believe in?: The predictability of all responses. When We Were 16 Where were you?: Locked in a heterosexual sixth form that measured success in everything but recognised failure.What were you?: Out of place What did you wear?: It didn't matter what I wore. It was carried with a frown. It was reaction, it was concious rebellion. Oh god thank you for the Buzzococks, the Clash and the chance to breath a difference. What did you listen to?: The new sound of the late 70s youth What did you watch?: The crotch What did you love?: The crotch What did you hate?: Lack of crotch What did you drink?: Mild and Bitter What did you smoke?: Gauloise What did you take?: Shit What did you want to be?: Out of my mind. Out of new town hell. Into beautiful people who did not see GIRLFRIEND as be all and end all. Who did you fight?: Authority Who/What did you believe in?: London. The unattainable state of reciprocated passion/love Where did you go?: London. What did you learn?: Everything. I learnt bloody everything. Anything can happen and it did. |