Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
i see a website
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.
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He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.