
So there’s a tube strike on in London for the next two days which means that it will take me, oh I don’t know, A HUNDRED AND FIFTY THOUSAND HOURS? to get to work tomorrow.
It’s true what they say: you just don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone. I already miss the tube. I hope all the trains have a nice little rest and catch up with all with all their friends at the depot that they normally never get a chance to speak to. I hope they come back clean and, more importantly, HAPPY.
I’ve written a little song about it. Enjoy.
Underground, Underground
(Composed by J.Rebelle. Originally written for Barbara Streisand) Read More


I haven’t really got any enemies, but if I did this deadly seal of doom would have those fools QUAKING IN THEIR BOOTS!
Just looking at the Air Max 95 makes me feel all gooey inside. They’re the kicks I was rocking before I started uni, when I got my first job and had cash (more than I actually have now which is somewhat confusing and equally depressing). They made me feel happy, secure, a few centimetres taller. I had more bounce, more kudos, more pizzazz. I was hot and boy did I know it.
GROSS.














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