Weird Rituals
David Cameron holds in his piss in order to concentrate. What weird borderline OCD shit do you do and why?
( , Thu 15 Dec 2011, 14:17)
David Cameron holds in his piss in order to concentrate. What weird borderline OCD shit do you do and why?
( , Thu 15 Dec 2011, 14:17)
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It's not so much an actual ritual but
I enjoy the streets of the city, and will take most opportunities to walk somewhere instead of taking public transport or a cab.
As such, my favourite time to do this is on a wet autumnal evening, or wet spring afternoon, when the rain is hammering down, and everything looks romantic and like it's the backdrop of a cool film noir picture.
Thus I like to pop the collar of my good leather jacket, screw my trilby tight to my head, and line up suitable tunes to walk to - stuff with a good rhythm, a dark, brooding sound, and interesting incidentals - Ultravox I find good, White Lies, some New Model Army, perhaps a little Cure, and some harder-edged digidub.
Now that I've given up smoking there's no longer a permanent fag set in my paw, but it enables me to push my hands deep into my coat pockets and pull it tight around me, as I head through the people and on to my destination, invariably composing bad poetry in my head, about love lost, and opression beneath the grey skies of England.
( , Wed 21 Dec 2011, 10:20, 23 replies)
I enjoy the streets of the city, and will take most opportunities to walk somewhere instead of taking public transport or a cab.
As such, my favourite time to do this is on a wet autumnal evening, or wet spring afternoon, when the rain is hammering down, and everything looks romantic and like it's the backdrop of a cool film noir picture.
Thus I like to pop the collar of my good leather jacket, screw my trilby tight to my head, and line up suitable tunes to walk to - stuff with a good rhythm, a dark, brooding sound, and interesting incidentals - Ultravox I find good, White Lies, some New Model Army, perhaps a little Cure, and some harder-edged digidub.
Now that I've given up smoking there's no longer a permanent fag set in my paw, but it enables me to push my hands deep into my coat pockets and pull it tight around me, as I head through the people and on to my destination, invariably composing bad poetry in my head, about love lost, and opression beneath the grey skies of England.
( , Wed 21 Dec 2011, 10:20, 23 replies)
Well?
Do I get to do it, then? Or is this for the porpoise of some fantasy you have about me shagging Kylie Minogue?
( , Wed 21 Dec 2011, 10:29, closed)
Do I get to do it, then? Or is this for the porpoise of some fantasy you have about me shagging Kylie Minogue?
( , Wed 21 Dec 2011, 10:29, closed)
You are thirteen,
and one step away from gunning down your classmates.
( , Wed 21 Dec 2011, 14:35, closed)
and one step away from gunning down your classmates.
( , Wed 21 Dec 2011, 14:35, closed)
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