Inappropriate vibes. Indecisive in London. DIY punx, vitriol, red stripe.
Football fan. I run a blog documenting radical football culture: footballisradical
I play drums in some bands
I also have a last.fm
The kinda lame thing you don’t realise until the first time in ages you stay out real late, is that there’s no one fussed whether you’re home or not. There’s no one to tentatively tip toe up the stairs for to try and not wake up. There’s no sleepy smile acknowledging that you’ve made it back and that they’re glad. Which is fair enough, it’s just a weird little shock.
