Gotye - Heart's A Mess

Dark. Legs. Yah.

Suffering for my art

Am wallowing in a deep and childish sulk, prevented from attending the party of the year and frolicking in the sun because I have failed to do my homework.

I haven’t felt like this since 1983.

Luckily, I am now a grown-up lady. I have access to various tried and tested forms of solace.


Half bottle of fine wine (plus one, just in case)


Fags (but only ten - moderation, as ever)


Carbs (in wheat form, for maximum glycaemic absorption)


Edith (natch)



Fine literature (er…….)


With these at my disposal I can’t fail to cheer up. Or at least pass out.