Film Preview: The Terminal
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Rufus Wainwright.
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Adrian started our story… I was in Israel. I met a girl. She seemed nice. I wanted to kiss her. I didn’t. I’m shy. I wrote her an 8 page letter. In the dark. I have no idea what I … Continue reading →

Unbrella’d, I walked home. Single spots of rain soaked my shirt, And the wind whipped up a cloud of dandelion clocks Like the insignificant tumbleweed in an empty comments box. I lay down underneath the storm, Listening to thunder clogging … Continue reading →

I wandered lonely, As a whelk that swims in deep Blue ocean* waters. *pron. o-shun, not oh-shee-un. It matters.

For a year I lived on my own without a television or a computer, and with neighbours who liked Meatloaf. I bought a stereo to drown them out, and also because people kept raving about the new Massive Attack album, … Continue reading →

I’ve got lots of reasons for choosing Mis-Shapes by Pulp to go on the Uborka Mix CD. The first was the way that it changed the way that I thought about myself. Before I heard this song, I was a … Continue reading →

I’ve got it: my favourite song ever, and I suspect that you’re mostly going to hate it, which makes it good revenge for Morrissey: Thunder Road by Bruce Springsteen, whose dreary outlook was oh so much more poetical than The … Continue reading →