Who Are You?: Nicky
Where Are You?: I wish I knew. What Are You?: Lost! What do you make?: Mistakes. What do you love?: Bill Hicks, music, Terry Jones. What do you hate?: Work. What do you listen to?: Bad advice, The Clash, Nick Cave, Scott Walker, Microdisney, Cathal Coughlan. What do you watch?: The clock, predictably. Also life passing me by. What do you drink?: Tea. What do you smoke?: Nowt. What do you take?: Too much crap. What do you believe in?: That one day I will be where I want to be. When We Were 16 Where were you?: In my bedroom, in bed.What were you?: Messed up. What did you wear?: Pyjamas. What did you listen to?: Manics, Smiths, Nirvana, Joy Division. What did you watch?: My navel, too much Richard and Judy (I didn't go to school much, you see). What did you love?: Richey, shouting, writing supposedly deep and insightful observations down in my little journal. What did you hate?: Myself, and everyone who was 16 and having a good time. What did you drink?: Tea. What did you smoke?: I passively smoked Benson & Hedges. Mmmmm. What did you take?: Prozac, Valium. What did you want to be?: Dead. Who did you fight?: My dad. Who/What did you believe in?: No-one and nothing. Where did you go?: Apart from bed, I went to the living room, and then back to bed. What did you learn?: That being in bed is great, but staying there for long periods of time is not very good for your social life. |