Did you hear about the gig where Charley Pride supported The Fall?
No? Bloody sod you, then.
Whenever I turn the telly on in the evenings nowadays, I always seem to get this image...
...as if it's there in the box, breathing through the air vents, lying in wait for me.
It disturbs me in a way I can't describe. Something to do with mortality and stifling dreams. A complete lack of joy. Such a long, pointless existence which even death cannot relieve. A look in the mirror that says "kill me now and kill me painfully so that at least I can feel something for once in my life."