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Who is this scene queen? | |||||||||||||||||||
I'm not a scene queen, I'm a scene god. Loughborough would not be the same without me. I was born in leicester, that makes me cooler than you are, unless you were born there too, but I'm probably still hipper. Don't give me that look, I can't help what I am. Seriously though, I'm just being a wanker. But an Ironic wanker, and that makes me great. | |||||||||||||||||||
Places to go, people to see: The Social The Liars Club The Rescue Rooms S!C!I!E!N!C!E! Bastard Patrick Wolf Ricky Haley Fopp Records Selectadisc The Cherry Bombers |
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Do: Ask me about my hair. Give me things. Tell me I belong in boston,. Ask me about my record collection. Get me to explain just WHY I am so fucking great. Buy me drinks. |
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Don't: | |||||||||||||||||||
Touch my hair. Ask me for sexual favours: I will ask you. Hate me becuase I'm beautiful. Go to france with me (unless you have a lot of gary). Ask me to explain the concepts of "Gary" "Dobbin" or a "Wowch". I'll tell you anyway. Steal my Marmite. Sleep in my bed without asking. Claim to be more famous than me. | |||||||||||||||||||
I used to: | |||||||||||||||||||
Work in france. Think girls weren't evil. Like all your favourite bands before you. Not style my hair every morning. Read marvel comics. Watch Bucky O' Hair and Wizadora. Think mullets would never make a comeback. | |||||||||||||||||||
I still | |||||||||||||||||||
Lust after a certain record store girl. Drink at The Social/The orange tree/ The rescue rooms. Know more about music than you do. Walk past the convent school to look at girls. Ask my self what Ricky would say in that situation. Wish the cherry Bombers would play a private concert for me. Want a tattoo of a flaming be-winged bomb wraped in a scroll that says "death from above". |