A man's man

Been enjoying Stealing Beauty, Damage and Lolita in the last few days.
Jeremy Irons is like Apple, Nike and Starbucks, just a little bit better than everyone elese.

1990s is making a comeback

Confidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur of what is known as
A morning suit can be avoided if you take a route straight through what is known as
John's got brewers droop he gets intimidated by the dirty pigeons they love a bit of it
Who's that gut lord marching... you should cut down on your porklife mate... get some exercise


All the people
So many people
They all go hand in hand
Hand in hand through their parklife

Know what I mean
I get up when I want except on wednesdays when I get rudely awakened by the dustmen
I put my trousers on, have a cup of tea and I think about leaving the house
I feed the pigeons I sometimes feed the sparrows too
it gives me a sense of enormous well being
And then i'm happy for the rest of the day safe in the knowledge
there will always be a bit of my heart devoted to it

Parklife
Parklife

It's got nothing to do with vorsprung durch technic you know
And it's not about you joggers who go round and round and round
Parklife

Sexy Beast

Johnny

Red

I want to become a red headed woman.

Just cause I can't get over how amazing the Florence concert was!

The looking glass, so shiny and new
How quickly the glamor fades
I start spinning, slipping out of time
Was that the wrong pill to take (Raise it up)
You made a deal, and now it seems you have to offer up
But will it ever be enough
Raise it up, raise it up
It's not enough

Here I am, a rabbit hearted girl
Frozen in the headlights
It seems I've made the final sacrifice

We raise it up, this offering
We raise it up

This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight

I look around, but I can't find you
If only I could see your face
Instead of rushing towards the skyline
I wish that I could just be brave

I must become a lion hearted girl
Ready for a fight
Before I make the final sacrifice

We raise it up, this offering
We raise it up

This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight

And in the spring I shed my skin
And it blows away with the changing wind
The waters turn from blue to red
As towards the sky I offer it

This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight


This is a gift

Bob

I admit it, I am Biggest Loser obsessed....and soon, very soon, I will have to stop spending my time starring at pictures of Bob Harper.

I will stop. Soon. I think. Maybe.

Just saying.

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