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I'm on myspace now, so add me: andyapples.
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This is part of an interview from Butt with Joel Gibb of the Hidden Cameras. It made me giggle:
A lot of the imagery you use in your lyrics is quite nostalgic and seventies-oriented – poppers, leather, Tom of Finland… It kind of romanticises that. Is it just the aesthetic you’re drawn to, or is it a reflection of what you’re into sexually? I don’t know – I’m pretty open minded, but I wouldn’t say I have a specific fetish. And I definitely don’t like poppers. Is it the smell or the effect? The smell. Sweaty socks. Is that what it smells like? It’s just disgusting. It’s OK, I guess – it just gives you a headache. But I have friends who really like it – they’ll masturbate by themselves with poppers, spill it all over their futon… … and then set themselves on fire… Yeah, they have a post-masturbation cigarette and the whole room goes up in flames. That’d be a romantic idea. Burning up through self-abuse.
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I PASSED MY DRAMA EXAM! I'M GOING TO AMERICA! FUCK YOU ALL!
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I sliced the whole thing down. You know what? None of the problems are problems apart from my attitude towards them. What I need is someone like Paul to come and shout at me to shut up and buck up. Which I s why I appreciate the Emmster when he does that. It's really what I need to hear. Becuase things are not that bad. The money is not that scarce, I have the skill to get a job. I'm not a minger. I have friends who love me and I passed my exams. What's to complain about? Except that I don't know if I want to stay in Trinity. But we'll talk about that later. For now I've got to go eat with Kate as I'm supposed to meet not charlie later. Mwah, Mwah my precious pearl-bunnies.
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