Monday, August 15, 2011

Hell

For me, hell is a 90s indie disco in an English provincial town, at about 00:30 in the morning on a Thursday. Someone has just spit cider and black on my jacket and I can't find my friends. There's a leering face a few inches from mine yelling the lyrics to "Breakfast at Tiffanys" by Deep Blue Something*. Or it could be a mirror. I don't know any more.

*No, I am not linking to this.

2 comments:

Richard Hare said...

My least favourite song in the entire history of recorded music.

Matt Moore said...

It is rather vacuous isn't it? And not in a good way...