
Unable to hold back the genetic tide, I find myself gardening in my carpet slippers, asking for a knife and fork in McDonalds and agreeing with the Daily Telegraph. I'm beyond help - what about you?
Thanks to b3th for the suggestion
( , Thu 30 Apr 2009, 13:39)
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It's Bob bloody Dylan.
I remember when I was around 10, I made a vow that I would always know who was 'Number 1' and would never grow up to be tasteless losers like Mum and Dad.
That kind of thinking flies out the window when you realise just how shite chart music is when 11 candles are burning on your birthday cake.
( , Tue 5 May 2009, 13:16, Reply)
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