Well, I'm happy today. Full of the joys of spring, London is fan-frikkin-tastic with the sun turned on.
I've been strutting around cocky as Hell, grinning from ear to ear and giggling to myself as I pass teenage Dresden Dolls fans in full regalia, gutter-mouthed Transsexuals as glamorous as Joan Collins, all lips and boobs and attitude, queer-acting straight boys trying to look cool in Soho.
It all pleases me greatly....oops, I trip on the curb and do a poncy little skip to right myself, some butch lad wolf-whistles me HAHAHA...
I've gone proper bone head for the season complimented with tons of eyeliner, glitter and a razor slash on my cheekbone. I wish I could call it a body mod... but the sad fact is that before I passed it on to Manko I had that stupid cold she's been on about lately.
Take my advice: if you are stuffed up, dis-coordinated, clumsy & suffering from a delayed reaction time DO NOT ATTEMPT TO TEACH YOUSELF SHAVING WITH A CUTTHROAT RAZOR!
Actually though I like it, kinda like Action-Man's but a little lower set.
On Thursday I had the immense pleasure to interview a young lady by the name of Ebony Bones.
She's working with Rat Scabies at the moment knocking out some super-fine girly punk tunes, go download her FAB tracks for free on myspace, tell 'em mrATOMIC sent ya.
Then yesterday I went to keep Manko company at her Hair job.
I felt like some kind of enemy agent hairlessly infiltrating the HQ of one of Londons top hairdressers, me without even an eyebrow to my name!
While they piled on the make-up I popped out into the West End feeling full of beans & very metropolitan.
I got requested to bring some paintings down to Tom Tom gallery, met a couple of editors who wanna use my work, gossiped with young BomBom and got a magick deal on a bottle of whisky.
I paid the man 10 for a 2.50 bottle & got the booze and 12.50 change! I think he thought I'd given him 20 and was trying to short-change me.
Today I went to the supermarket & nearly got run down by a crystal (PLASTIC) pumpkin coach, drawn by 2 white horses with pink feather headresses, inside the carriage were a bride'n'groom enjoying a sub-C-list celebrity style "special day". I was singing pseudo Mozart operatic nonsense about it all the way home.
I've been strutting around cocky as Hell, grinning from ear to ear and giggling to myself as I pass teenage Dresden Dolls fans in full regalia, gutter-mouthed Transsexuals as glamorous as Joan Collins, all lips and boobs and attitude, queer-acting straight boys trying to look cool in Soho.
It all pleases me greatly....oops, I trip on the curb and do a poncy little skip to right myself, some butch lad wolf-whistles me HAHAHA...
I've gone proper bone head for the season complimented with tons of eyeliner, glitter and a razor slash on my cheekbone. I wish I could call it a body mod... but the sad fact is that before I passed it on to Manko I had that stupid cold she's been on about lately.
Take my advice: if you are stuffed up, dis-coordinated, clumsy & suffering from a delayed reaction time DO NOT ATTEMPT TO TEACH YOUSELF SHAVING WITH A CUTTHROAT RAZOR!
Actually though I like it, kinda like Action-Man's but a little lower set.
On Thursday I had the immense pleasure to interview a young lady by the name of Ebony Bones.
She's working with Rat Scabies at the moment knocking out some super-fine girly punk tunes, go download her FAB tracks for free on myspace, tell 'em mrATOMIC sent ya.
Then yesterday I went to keep Manko company at her Hair job.
I felt like some kind of enemy agent hairlessly infiltrating the HQ of one of Londons top hairdressers, me without even an eyebrow to my name!
While they piled on the make-up I popped out into the West End feeling full of beans & very metropolitan.
I got requested to bring some paintings down to Tom Tom gallery, met a couple of editors who wanna use my work, gossiped with young BomBom and got a magick deal on a bottle of whisky.
I paid the man 10 for a 2.50 bottle & got the booze and 12.50 change! I think he thought I'd given him 20 and was trying to short-change me.
Today I went to the supermarket & nearly got run down by a crystal (PLASTIC) pumpkin coach, drawn by 2 white horses with pink feather headresses, inside the carriage were a bride'n'groom enjoying a sub-C-list celebrity style "special day". I was singing pseudo Mozart operatic nonsense about it all the way home.
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i wish you and your lady are fine.