Mostly friends-only, all of a sudden. I'm perfectly happy for absolute strangers to read everything I write, it's people out there who might know me or particularly might once have who are the problem ( Read more... )

As Stephanie says, listen very carefully, 'cause for the next two minutes I am going to make nothing but sense. She's as pale as milk with a little flushed lick of rum look but a touch more to my taste. New watchword is a knife, a fork, a bottle and a fuck, that's the way we spell New York. Although I mean New Year. I once told Jules who lives out ( Read more... )

So this is what it comes to... Alone onstage in a club in Mitte at 4am, drunk on the pope's blood singing The Smiths a cappella through a fucked mic in front of about 200, 250 people. And getting applause ( Read more... )

This is brought to you by the fact that I'm cowering killing time here in this cafe while Astrid saws up our entire kitchen in a weekend RENOVATION frenzy. I knew there'd be trouble as soon as I saw the small mound of borrowed power tools in our hall ( Read more... )

Behind a chainlink fence a couple stand and play ping-pong on a steel table with a net in the rain. I can’t tell who’s winning. cinema cinema. Welcome to Zombietown. The Village Of The Damned. The fucking Fashionladen, Paranoia Moden, Prenzlauer Berg, I’ve been wandering ‘round it today, for my glutted and ample sins, and I’m sitting now in a REAL ( Read more... )