Went to see Argy Bargy at the weekend. triplescience described them as the most quintessentially British punk band ever, the only thing missing was a bulldog drinking a cup of tea and eating a scone. AWOIGHT LADS.
I've been neeeearly there a few times but not quite. The problem is that you spend ages telling hairdressers exactly how you want it and they cut merrily away to their own agenda anyway.
I keep daydreaming about all the skinhead girls. They were so fucking cool. (I'm on here because I got an auto notification that you'd uploaded a new userpic, I must've switched that on that weekend that I read your entire journal. What a fucking stalker!)
Well now's probably the time to tell you I've been secretly reading your lazy Homemaker blog. Let's not hang out, let's just stay at home, spy on each other from afar and never mention it.
Yes! It's bloody everywhere at the moment, chintzy little pastel coloured Union Jacks over everything you buy. If only it was the St George's cross, Stoke would be the height of fashion.
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