Hey, thanks for your laaavely comment on me article. It appears you go/went to a very good uni, so I'll assume you know what you're talking about! *covers himself in glory*
No worries - there’s a reason I follow you after all! It’s just particularly nice to have people that you can disagree with, but still read, because they’re balanced and intelligent about the whole thing.
And it’s went these days, sadly! And I was never half the expert you may think I am… But you’re welcome to the glory all the same ;)
oh wow i didnt know M&S did bra fittings, thank you so much, il have to see where my nearest one is ^^
Happy to help :) I think you have to book for M&S (not sure, I know they’ve changed it recently) but you can just wander in whenever to La Senza. And I’m sure that there are others, but those are just the ones I can think of for now!
I’ve been lucky enough to see this live a couple of times, and hearing it unexpectedly always perks up my determination and cheers me up, and it came on this morning - fingers crossed!
They’re coming out of the walls, they’re coming up through the streets, They’re quicksilver wracked by some invisible beat, And right outside of your door the very stones come alive, They are the spring in the step, the distant look in the eyes.
Put your Baudelaire away, and come outside and play.
Me and all my friends are poets of the deed, We’re exactly what this country needs. We scratch until we’re drunk, we drink until we bleed, We are what we believe.
Pentameter in attack, iambic pulse in the veins, A free verse powered of the street light mains, An Iliad played out without a shadow of doubt Between the end of the club and the sun coming out.
Leave Kerouac at his desk, we have romance in our risks.
Me and all my friends are poets of the deed, We’re exactly what this country needs. We scratch until we’re drunk, we drink until we bleed, And here’s what we believe:
Before we get bored, let’s be inspired, Let’s ignore the applause and set the theatre on fire, Fight every war like the drunks in the choir, Put our art where our mouths are: Poetry of the deed.
Enough with words and technical theses, Let’s grab life by the throat and then live it to pieces.
We can choose, we can change, And if we don’t, we’re just afraid of living life Like we’re loved and in love and alive To all the things we could be if we just believed
That life is too short to be lived without poetry, If you’ve got soul darling now come on and show it me.
Life is too short to be lived without poetry, If you’ve got soul darling now come on and show it me.
But life is too long to just sing the one song, So we’ll burn like a beacon and then we’ll be gone…