Thursday, 14 August 2008

Lucid dreams

Holidays are the time when you wear old hats from days gone by, sunglasses from a dear faraway place, something that is neither a dress nor a fat man's undershirt, filthy old plimsolls and, most importantly, a Norwegian water bottle.
I look as though I'm about to cycle into the sky.

And here's a little something for those who remember the time I was yelling that Alex Kapranos was going to do Dylan on the next album: Rejoice, he totally doesn't! More the opposite, really. Listen, listen, listen!


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