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Mum: What goes ha ha bonk. An apple falling out of a tree. Me: Why's it laughing. Mum: Because it proved Newton's theory yet again.
Lover of The Smiths; Morrissey; The Courteeners; vinyl; my cats; my lovely nephew; Puffin Classics; the word ‘cube’; stationery; Foyles; ythe London Underground; the colours yellow, green, red and sky blue; daydreaming; the NME; flags; hot chocolate with whipped cream and mini marshmallows; Doc Martin; Sherlock; New Girl; Mighty Boosh; Noel Fielding's Luxury Comedy; The Guardian; Charlie Brooker; 4 O'Clock Club; organising my stuff on the desk before exams; Geography; notebooks; the Northern Quarter in Manchester; French and France; Newcastle United; stylised ampersands (&); the RAF; that feeling you get on a Friday when you're listening to ‘Walking On Sunshine’ and you're going to your friend's house; the noise a tram makes and Nerimon (AKA Alex Day).
Mum: What goes ha ha bonk. An apple falling out of a tree. Me: Why's it laughing. Mum: Because it proved Newton's theory yet again.
"Latte, please." I went and sat down on my favourite table- it faced the window out onto the record store. After a little while, I saw them. They were walking together, arms linked.
Is it just me or is 'ma loutre' (my otter) the cutest thing to call someone ever?.
Miss Hall: And what do you want to be doing in ten years. Louis: I wanna be the second-richest person in the world. Miss Hall: Why not the first-richest. Louis: Well, you told us to be realistic.
The lighter flickers for a moment before a strong flame lights his pipe. He breathes out the smoke and his hand stops shaking.