Monthly Archives: January 2017
No one makes a monkey out of me
When you think that these might be your last opportunities to do anything you place a greater value on every second of every moment of every day. We’ve got no time. No time to lose.
People and places that used to mean so much mean so little now
It’s interesting to read through old lyrics, old words, old ideas.
Less is more; nothing is everything
I found it hard to accept a gold disc for something that was so fucking depressing.
There was only a gap of 3 years from the mates I had then to knocking about with Noeel Edmonds. It wasn’t a betrayal but it felt like one. It was hard
I got glitter in my underwear like it was studio 54
I’m the kind of guy who leaves the scene of a crime
The girls they smile and say hello, then darkness drives me back home, still hating, still alone
It’s not the side effects of the cocaine, I’m thinking that it must be love
My life is a hashtag 