I need to find a shirt with my diet and moral standards written on it. It’s super important that it’s the first thing that everyone knows about me, it basically defines me as a person.
I might try and arrange a suicide pact with everyone in the world. Message me for details.
A few days ago I listened to every DC release in a row for the first time and was super happy, because I realised how proud I was of what I’ve done in the last year.
Today, I wish I’d never started it. Forced into a shitty deal with some PR cocks and the music ‘business’ which I’d intended to stay as far away from as possible.
People ruin everything.
This is your head on a canvas looking my way.
Noel Edmonds is the worst human ever.
Objection, conjecture! Objecture!