oh thank fzzk for that
I had a weekend of really bad 'Smallville' (more later) and trying to tape Glastonbury for hours and hours (where you always end up turning over just as the other channel shows hiughlights of the same people you've just seen.) Then I spoke to my parents and, oh I can't explain but I came back feeling like a grubby little cog in a slimy machine just that and no more and between Beth Ditto's big blue rubbery dress and Rufus Wainwright's step-perfect Judy Garland impersonation I've started to feel like me again. Isn't music the most wonderful fucking thing in the whole world? How could I ever abandon it for sofas and nostalgia?
(I have to ask though - I'm half her size and I can't wear tight dresses because my thighs rub together painfully. Do you think it's a matter of my bicycling muscles or her hidden cycling shorts? Maybe it's just Punk Rawkness)
Turns out Marcy Marc just plain didn't have a cognomen. Plutarch reckons in 'Marius' that quite a few people didn't and it was no big deal. Still intrigued by Curio, he had quite a long career after the daddy-wouldn't-buy-me-a-boyfriend incident so I might go to the uni library and see if there's anything. Online research can only go so far (especially when I can consider adding to the wikipedia after an hour's research).
(I have to ask though - I'm half her size and I can't wear tight dresses because my thighs rub together painfully. Do you think it's a matter of my bicycling muscles or her hidden cycling shorts? Maybe it's just Punk Rawkness)
Turns out Marcy Marc just plain didn't have a cognomen. Plutarch reckons in 'Marius' that quite a few people didn't and it was no big deal. Still intrigued by Curio, he had quite a long career after the daddy-wouldn't-buy-me-a-boyfriend incident so I might go to the uni library and see if there's anything. Online research can only go so far (especially when I can consider adding to the wikipedia after an hour's research).