no i haven't really read anything
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
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Thank you, Jack
not their contents
as in
yeah
its good
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
have you read
The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.
was it worth it
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
all that is to say
i really havent
its performative
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but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
you have a beautiful account btw