Last night I dreamt I was reading a memoir written by Jessica Simpson. The sort that is published so hastily that the last chapter is about as current as the latest edition of People magazine. That chapter was called 'Dating The Terrorist' and had an excerpt that ran like this:
'So The Terrorist. Oh, don't WORRY, $90 hair gel style still DEFINITELY in place. We're not talking actual terrorist, he's just kinda subversive! Hahahha!'
The man in question?
Damon Albarn.
Man what are you eating before bed. Lay of the strong cheese dude.
Um, I had a kebab, actually.
A healthy one.
ha! I bet that was a quick read.
HA