I decided to publish these words shared with my bruv.
I think it reflects my sense or reality in the world and my bizzare sense of humour.
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> From: Dorian Moore
> Date: Fri, 04 Jul 2003 13:44:14 +0100
> To: Duncan Moore
> Subject: Re: Saturday Night
> whigfield... didn't she get hyped as some sort of sex symbol when she was
> rather plain (though not unattractive)?
Yep. According to PopBitch she's been spotted in Europe working in a 'Sauna'... But then again popbitch is full of shit.
> I have come to terms with people
> loving bad music but I still have difficulty getting my head round that.
I dunno why. I've long accepted that one man's shit is another man's gold.
Doesn't matter what the context is. And the majority of the people are stupid enough to be sold shit and believe it is gold. Gerald Ratner made a fortune this way, and it seems that Jakob is doing the same for US hip-hop stars. As do EMI, Virgin, Universal et.al. with their artists. Nike, Abecrombie and Fitch, Gucci and Gap with their clothes. The emperors new clothes and all that. And here I am in my Prada shoes, Bench jeans, D&G Jacket, Muji T-shirt [Now the non-brand brand there is fucking irony!], Nixon Watch working at my Apple iBook listening to Frank Zappa on my matching iPod and syncing my diary with my latest Sony Ericsson phone on my designer influenced Orange phone network buying into the same idea, different names. Zappa's finished, it's Messiaen now. At least I know that Zappa and Messiaen weren't sold to me in the same way. Now that's a relief.
>> I old?
YES. GET BACK IN YOUR FUCKING EASY CHAIR AND START DRIBBLING AT THE TV AND
DON'T SPEAK UNLESS YOU ARE SPOKEN TO YOU SENILE OLD GIT. CAN YOU HEAR ME? YES? ITS ALMOST YOUR PILL TIME. NOW BE GOOD OR WE'LL HAVE TO GIVE YOU THE
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