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Who Are You?: Bobble Bardsley, friend, student, sometimes poet.
Where Are You?: Exactly where I want to be, although that's generally because I want to be exactly where I am. What Are You?: Obsessive, compulsive, disordered. I feel like cheese; the holes in me are worrying. What do you make?: Bread. Clothes which I cannot buy anywhere else, poems which I cannot read anywhere else. What do you love?: Champagne from an ice bucket, and Elizabeth. What do you hate?: That she's so far away, and I have no champagne. What do you listen to?: Sometimes silence, sometimes the quiet breathing of a loved one in the night. What do you watch?: Not a lot. The more you look at something, the less natural becomes the image that you see. I prefer to just glance. What do you drink?: Alcohol in any form, to excess. And yes, I'm proud of it. What do you smoke?: Other people's smoke. Just don't tell them I like it. What do you take?: Comfort, whenever I can get it. What do you believe in?: That great beauty lies in ugly things, and that the best is yet to come. When We Were 16 Where were you?: At home; Scunthorpe, England.What were you?: Confused. Maturing. What did you wear?: Jeans and t-shirt. Nice clothes but plain. What did you listen to?: Mostly female solo artists. That's still fairly true. What did you watch?: US sit-coms. Oh, and porn if I could get it. What did you love?: Linda, my best friend then and now. Elizabeth wasn't until later. What did you hate?: Being misunderstood by people who didn't know me. What did you drink?: Alcohol whenever possible. It makes everything somehow clearer. What did you smoke?: Nothing, they were happy days for my lungs. What did you take?: Some chewing gum from a motorway service station. I've rarely told anyone. What did you want to be?: A thinker... scientist or poet, it didn't matter, and still doesn't. I'm aiming to combine the two in the end. Who did you fight?: For the first time, I fought anyone who didn't expect it. For the first time, people stopped fighting me. Who/What did you believe in?: Falling in love with one person each year of my life. Where did you go?: Nowhere, my journeys were all spiritual. What did you learn?: That love is ugly, and that's okay. |