Since mother and middle sister left, I've found myself exploring a morbid fascination for YouTube interviews with Morrissey, wearing my late father's sports jacket around the house and pining to, of all things, go rambling (here, crossing somebody's land is likely to land you with a cap in your harris at the very least).
Heaven knows I'm miserable now.
4 comments:
Becoming your dad. Go with it. There's a world of war films and boiled sweets to discover.
And, of course, it's preferable to turning into Morrissey, as I'm sure he'd agree.
Well, you might have ended up like Marc Almond or Steve Strange ... yaaaaah!!!
365, that could still happen - watch this space.
Post a Comment