So I used to have this dream that one day I'd play a cover of a fairly early Bob Dylan song and it would be REALLY GOOD but for some reason whenever I played it it came out a bit flat and a bit uninteresting, and I spent hours and hours practising it and trying to make it come alive and take off and actually, for a while it was a bit of an obsession and actually getting a bit damaging to my day to day routine, whole days spent doing nothing but playing it over and over again to try and make it work, but in the end I got a bit sick of it, and I just thought nah, fuck this, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's Farm no more.
What do London commuters wear in chilly weather to get on and off public transport quickly and efficiently?
Oyster Cardigans.
Also, I did a spot of Guest DJing (along with DJ Starwars, if you know her) on Death To The Author Can Fuck Off the other night, you can listen here, if you want http://rs787.rapidshare.com/files/336283130/DTTA2010show1.mp3
The oyster card joke is my favourite joke ever (mostly because of the superlong, super-awkward question part) and should be a catchphrase of Oyster Boy - he can travel anywhere (at least as far as zone 4), anytime (by way of the night bus), as long as he tops up his oyster card like a good citizen...
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