“I’m a juvenile product of the working class whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass.”
The Commons enterprise feels bewildering.
The media excitement over this contest is more than slightly fraudulent.
Ellie reminds me of girls I want to forget I took home. I move on.
One of the curses of age, it seems, is respectability.
You would not hesitate to slap him.
“Really simple stuff with objects looks like magic.”
The supposedly decadent arts were co-opted into New Labour’s post-socialist agenda.
There is a reason your parents told you to avoid London arcades and certain Soho back alleys
‘Haunting’ doesn’t cover it – she is the image of sleeping death.