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Right...Don't really feel like doing this today (my mouth feels like an old ladies coat), but I've got half an hour to kill and Michelle's been on at me for ages about updating it. So here's a questionnaire I found in an old folk vinyl I got from Plastic Wax. Read on...
Do you live like there is no tomorrow?
My mate Bob's an amnesiac. He can only remember things for 45 minutes or less. There’s literally no tomorrow for him. Only now. I've adopted that worldview in solidarity.
Do you blast your jets easily?
Only after a curry
What's your talent?
Ribbon dancing. It’s absolutely brilliant, all these bendy girls expressing emotions through movement and bits of string. I mean, I've not tried it yet, but I've rehearsed a lot in my head. A lot
Do you believe we live in a cruel world?
Joan of Arc, Steve Biko, John Proctor, Heather Mills...Need I go on?
Are you doing your best to change it?
I smile a lot. And people smile back. It’s contagious, like a lovely sort of gonorrhea.
Have you ever had a date deep-six you?
I really, really, really don’t like the sound of that.
When on a date do you always go to the powderbox to plant the platterpuss?
Who doesn’t?
Who chained you?
A Naughty Gorgeous Image of Elegance
Can you break loose?
I'm trying.
Can we get together for an evening of poetry?
Sorry, I'm washing my hair that night.
When?
See above...
Peace Love and Fucking,
Chris.
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