hair in my soup

“ Okay. Can I just describe to you what I've realized I'm doing: My prosthetic leg was being crowdsurfed across the room at the Leeds Festival. Instead of my leg, I'm standing on a blue and white beach ball. Santa is sitting on the stage, watching. And a man down the front says "You can't sing Footloose any more 'cause George Michael is gay." Not one of those things makes any sense but fuck, it's gonna make one hell of a blog on Myspace. ”