i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
its good
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
god being the centre magnet
magnetises a pin
was it worth it
like first name
i really havent
sorry i am texting like a slav
no i haven't really read anything
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
plato
currently
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
yes
and the fake qualifier
your feed looks like my tumblr
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.
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.
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.