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A barbarian nubile with an Adam Ant fixation is my kinda gal. She could whip me and beat with or without a valise in a functioning bathroom.
Young , first loves ,whilst you are also young . Potent f ucking stuff.
I love Rangers, XTC, Starsky and Hutch, Elizabeth McGovetrn, Michael Ironsides, JoBoxers, Escort magazine, Electric Blue videos, my family and wife, sex, masturbatuon, life, wet smelling pavements .
Nostalgia isn’t a bad thing it’s the only thing that keeps going.
Eight years young and pottering quite nicely n my own bubble of inconsequentialness, then biff bang pow, I have to take a nearby friends cousin to school while her parents went to Ireland for a funeral.
Boring.
But the end of the week, in love or feeling weird as it’s called at eight. She was a year younger than me but blimey, why am I talking gibberish and everything she says is like a new route to your heart.
Those were he days. Never knew how to turn my emotions into civilised words and she eventually told me to F off. She was seven! (Hayesender knows who I speak of…)
1.30am in The National, eight pints in and some gorgeous bird from Kensal Rise with a big future in front of her calling you a see you next Thursday and chucking her Bacardi and coke at you, then grabbing you by the peanuts and sticking her larynx upon yours may beat that.
Each issue costs £20,0000.10 and includes a free copy of Color Climax, where an an overpaid brain dead soccer defender screws a disabled person in the ear.
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