Rudely woken from my hammered attempts at sleeping to discover that Sir Wackford Of Jackford was deceased.
Fuck, that reminds me – whilst SWOJ is a Q-ism, and Swells would never have gone anywhere near Q with a ten-foot pole, someone far more relevant, important and brilliant to music also just carked it. If you care more about Jackson, you’re the kind of useless cunt who cared more about Princess Di than HST.
Whatever. I’m listening to the Magnetic Fields, cos they’re actually good, and sick, in both the retro and the modern sense. See, I’m down with the kids:
Popularity: 28% [?]
Whilst I don’t give the slightest fuck about Di or Wacko, I don’t actually know who Swells or HST are. So by a slim margin, I guess I qualify as an absolute fucking cunt.
He knobbed a prepubescent Macaulay Culkin, that makes him worthy of some recognition.
There will be no fanfare or tearful fans when Gary Glitter dies, so I choose to regard this period of mourning as the symbolic mourning for all celebrity nonces.
HST – Hunter S Thompson.