And I was in one of my favorite shops for buying things for Justine and they were playing a great, sort of world/stroke/upside yourhead mashup of Golden Years, and I asked the guy who was serving me what it was, and he said, I don't know, it is just random, the radio from Paris.
And I thought, oh fuck off you too cool cunt, but actually I liked him really, and I got fantastic service and everything I bought was thoughtfully and individually wrapped - it has to be said that they were not very busy, and also, I didn't buy anything in the adjacent Myla, because, you know, I know Justine's tit size and I don't need to be told I'm wrong by an, obviously always right French bint, who has never met her in her life. I wasn't in Paris, by the way, just the King's Road.
Anyway, if anybody knows what that version of Golden Years is, I would be grateful for the headsup, as the kid's say.
And sorry for the C word, I am a bit more cranky than usual as my dad died yesterday. It must be Christmas.