I now have inside jokes with only myself. Brilliant. Soon I’ll have inside jokes that not even I get, and then I’ll have rendered this blog useless, as well as my stupid life.
(The iPhone originally typed ‘my stupid lice’. I don’t have lice. Oh, I’m so weird)
This morning is a good one. I woke up naturally at 6, and completely forgot how wonderful it is to wake up early, watch Lost, make tea, shower and just relax before the day really begins.
Tom’s pissed me off already. Remember how we’re wearing a different colour for every day of recording? In co-ordinating our outfits for today (fuck you), Tom revealed he wouldn’t be at home and so only had black. Black. Always fucking black. How can one man wear so much black? As a nickname I call Tom ‘Peacock’ because of a theory I learned while reading The Game by Neil Strauss. Like peacocks, peacock theory suggests that a bright ‘plumage’ will attract women – bright clothes, shiny bags, etc. I call Tom Peacock because of his success wiv the wimminz, but actually, that word means nothing cos he always wears fucking black. I should call him Blackcock. (I’m not settled on that.)
Anyway, picture me on a rainy Hackney day, locked underground, recording my new album, dressed from head to toe in black. I hate blending in. I like being noticed xD
Speaking of narcissism – thanks for your comments on the song lyrics. You’re right, some of them are a bit Edward Cullen, but it’s all part of the duality of the CD; the battle between my confident ‘the world is mine’ self and more exposed ‘I don’t know anything’ side. So for every song with the subtitle ‘I like sex and so would you if you had it with me’, there’s a song subtitled ‘actually I love you a lot and don’t want you to go cos I don’t know what I’d do’. (Apart from Living On The Underground, which is about public transport. THEMATIC DEVELOPMENTS YEAH! it’s not all love songs on The World Is Mine, OH NO.)
Thanks for not giving up on me.
x
