Right, I know this is going to meet with a hail of derision and negative karma but I require three tickets to this gig to make my life complete. I can only think it is sold out at the ULU in London because all you journos have bought the tickets so spare a thought for the little guy. My dad was a misery but I endured, me mum was sweet but innocent of life yet still I was a good son. Surely these facts alone require sympathy.
Why three you might ask though I suspect this plea will fall on deaf fingertips? Well, I thought I'd take my ex and her new boyfriend. How decent is that? Not for me issues of jealousy or hovering in darkened hallways awaiting Bob's (for that is his name) passing with lead piping beneath my three-length Atsuki Onishi overcoat. I'm one of the good guys, generous of spirit and light of touch.
So I beseech thee oh godly ones bring forth my request and yea shall truly find that all the stars in heaven are named after you and many Daniels of the Jack variety will be awaiting at the foot of your christmas tree.
Failing this, you will all die horribly. Thankyou.
― tolstoy (tolstoy), Wednesday, 16 November 2005 23:30 (twenty years ago)