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Went to a lovely local town today, rain didn't really help
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that third one is probably the best representation of didcot that i've ever seen. that's exactly what it's like. start achieving your pervect tan is a bold line of advertisment
you're not going to catch any fish from up there they'd fall off as you reeled them inI've decided that Kidderminster is the place to be. Even when you can walk into an average nightclub and be met with the sight of a bird doing pushups on the dancefloor and no one bat an eye, or when you can fish with this view of 'urban blight', you don't get any trouble.
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Stourport on the other hand, they would do well to get rid of the fairground.
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Like Seamus Heaney, Flann O'Brien...?noirish
got this book 'from blue to black' on the go right now, by a guy called joel lane, from Birmingham. it's about a low-level indie band in the early 90s, playing pubs and stuff.
the lead singer/guitarist and bass player (who is the narrator) are having a (gay) love affair.
Pretty good.
anyway, there's a mention of Kitchens of Distinction so I of course immediately thought of you:
"Karl and I had this ritual when we slept together that whoever was providing the bed would play a track, and we'd listen to it before undressing. My early selections included New Order, Felt, The Jam, Nico, Marc Almond and The Jesus and Mary Chain. The opening chords of 'Happy When It Rains' are the most effective sonic foreplay I've yet discovered.
Karl played me songs by Nick Cave, Scott Walker, The Pogues, My Bloody Valentine, Husker Du and Kitchens of Distinction.
The latter's 'Prize' was his favourite track of all time: a song about a gay couple getting drunk and falling out. The mood escalates from sullen mistrust to bitter rage:
So do I get a prize / For remembering his name?
The music takes the violence of the last words and drags it down into a whirlpool, tearing at itself, finding release only in exhaustion."