The random, poorly spelt thoughts of a Welshman exiled in a gay corner of Stockwell in the not so glamorous London Borough of Lambeth. Welcome to my world of misanthropy, sarcasm, mixed with humour and joy. Read my random ramblings on my love of New York City, chocolate, and Guinness, and catch up on what I may have got up to at the weekend.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
sign of old age
I should be out dancing the night away at Duckie, but instead have spent the night at home alone in front of a roaring fire, drinking wine, eating ice cream and flicking between Merryl Streep in the Devil Wears Prada, and a Bruce Springsteen doc, and now the latter's Darkness Live show from 1978.
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