что было:
много книжных-вилка-ложка-концерт-"а дайте мне того юношу с низким голосом". я не запомнила, как его зовут, но зато запомнила ощущения-мысли о важном- маноры-мижоры до 2х ночи
в дополнение теме bloody hot и чтобы не потерялось. откровения от Бара.
What I see in the mirror: Carl Barât
My nose is broken, and I have a wonky eye from where I smashed my face in five years ago: I got very drunk at a difficult time in my life with the Libertines and I took it out on myself with a big marble sink.
Two years ago, I went to Moscow at the end of a six-year binge and drank loads of vodka while taking decongestant pills. I got pancreatitis. At the time I wasn't bothered – I was just happy to go to hospital, get high for free and watch TV. On reflection, though, it was a bit of a dalliance with mortality.
I still like a little drink, especially when I am on tour, and I smoke too many cigarettes, but I am getting better at looking after myself, with the help of a special lady called Edie. And now that Edie and I are having a baby in December, there's a whole new experience I want to be in slightly better shape for.
I've got a tattoo on my arm. It says Libertine in my own scrawl. Pete (Doherty) has got one on his wrist that I wrote, too. My tattoo's been replicated a lot. I was outside a venue in LA and three girls said, "Can you write Libertine on our arms, so we can get them tattooed?" After the gig, they were outside with their dad – who was really angry.
(The Guardian)
и спешел фор Пиччи (как же дико тебя так звать, btw): давно обещанный Стив.
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