because it's been going round my head for no apparent reason for the last few days
and this hollow feeling grows and grows and grows and you want to call your mother and say "mother, I can never come home again because I seem to have left an important part of my brain somewhere, somewhere in a field in hampshire, alright"
What if you never come down?
My favourite Pulp song constantly changes. At the moment it's this, but that could change any time soon.
Happy Happy Friday
I'm back! Wanted to post David's Last Summer to mark the end of the festival season but it wouldn't post so... 2