virgilcane

He said I had the luck of a son
With all the love and poison of London


So I'm tryin to buy a house (its a real nice house and I really want it) and the owners decide they maybe don't wanna sell it after I look round it twice and arrange scary mortgage shit. And I'm getting the fear from being in london cos I'm working all the time and not talking to anyone then I go loose my wallet in the most boring way its not even worth a funny story.

I'm having a real fight club moment possesions being worthless and all. Anyway I read the Karl Hyde interview and am listening to Underworld and sinking nicely into reverie. Nothing means as much to me as the music I love. DIRTY EPIC is as fine as any Joy Division tune - its so British concrete, rain, pubs and tele. The only time I like london is driving around the east end at night believing in the dirty romanticism that suede tried to capture. With love and poison.

-nx-