version

Who loves ya, baby?
Don't think I can. I'd be squeamish now, too. It's the title, we all remember where we were when I wrote those unforgettable words: "stray thoughts under partial quarantine". Like a line cut from the wasteland.
Weird scenes inside the gold mine.
 

luka

Well-known member
Staff member
So we're back in proper lockdown then?

I like how version brings up all the latest articles and tells you which ones to read. I never read them but that doesn't mean I'm not appreciative of the effort.
 

version

Who loves ya, baby?
 

WashYourHands

Well-known member
Piece of piss.

I sincerely hope Covid has killed the ultra quiff, top row 2nd from right, the kind Robbie Savage had and, shamefully, was never publicly assaulted for. Been a long day back to work, but the sentiment is honest.
 

woops

is not like other people
I happened to be up on the hill as it turned 8. Sunset over London skyline and all the clapping and banging and stray fireworks. Never had the sense of something being 'done' to us been stronger and more insistent. Aweinspiring actually. This whole thing is the most intensely magical time I've ever lived through.
mad thread
 

woops

is not like other people
I also feel worried about when things go "back to normal" all my old habits will just kick in automatically. It'll be the same thing as before. And the old depressions will come back in. It won't be the end of unhappiness when I'm allowed out again. It'll be confronting unhappiness without the excuse of a pandemic.
turns out there was no need to worry about that
 

luka

Well-known member
Staff member
and so you become of symptom of the condition you are describing. your occult powers fail you, the lifeline of the forum withers and dies. no drink and no drugs kill your resolve and you desert dissensus like everyone else deserts the streets. no one will be left to clap for luka on this thread. i have also been off the intoxicants for almost the full length of the lockdown and instead am more deeply inside the internet than ever, the mind of danny dyer and the sound of exquisite jungle, the life of fred dibnah and the depth of house and garage. i keep my diary daily and don't worry about the waste of hours. the spookiness outside is offset by the relentless joggers and walkers, the ritual is weak here in this part of the world...

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