IkoStar

Ok Angie, I haven’t forgotten, I’ve just been… well… time does what times does best. Always has.

Anyway, I was messing about with the screen-cam thing that I found the other day - it’s an antique and takes about 4 pixels per shot and whatnot and anyway, I took this…

A little older, a little more lived-in… but still basically me… I used to look like this : as may have mentioned earlier. I don’t look like that now. Now I look as thought I should be wearing a denim shirt with cigarettes rolled up in the sleeve. I should have a tattoo, saying Angie… with a heart with a motorbike coming out of it - but I think it might be a little hasty to do that at this point in our relationship so I imagine I’ll probably just mock something up with a biro and see how it goes etc. I find that’s often the best way - there are a couple if incidents involving tattoos in my top 10 things I don’t regret not doing etc, so biro it is for now.

Anyway, I quite like this photo. It’s all grainy and serious. I look like a movie star again… from some sort of indie film from the 80s/90s etc. This is the song to play in the background

link here because those stupid, mindless wank-weasels have disabled embedding. Why? Do they think they’re going to make an extra little bit of money? Tell you what, they’re fucking not, they’re just making me want to fight them until I fucking die.
and I’m a musician.

which is Bruce Springsteen before everybody missed the point etc. This is from Nebraska, which is one of the best records ever made.

There isn’t much time… hang up the phone, sell your tv and get a wrecked old car (and a gun) and throw everything you own in the back and head for the coast. I’ll see you there.