ROBBIE'S GREATEST HITS 2
LORD ROBBIE
Subject: OVERHEARD IN ST JAMES' PARK 2.25 AM SATURDAY MORNING
Date: 07 May 2000 15:17
"I could die here Tarquin."
"Fhfghghgshshsssuuhushshahahahahahahehehe fuck are talking about?"
"Here, standing here, pissed, demoralised, by the fucking Serpentine."
"Not the suicide talk again. You're thirty eight. Does pop music depress
that much? Leave. Get a job on the fucking Literary reveiw.... Or quit. Just
up and quit. Write The Novel."
"Tim, what's the fucking novel amount to? What's it gonna be? Eh? The
memoirs of someone whose worked in media journalism for nearly twenty years,
who wanted to meet Ian Hunter? Eh, do you think I can be objective about
this fucking rubbish? About this generation? It's crap. writing puff pieces
about a first class cunt like Gallagher. God the cunt's appearing in my
dreams now. Writing about Weller! Writing about the most meretricious
fashion victim that ever, jesus, I remember him fifteen years ago slagging
off shaggy rock music. Now look at him. God it's all gone stale and sour.
And every one so fucking shiny and happy and above all stoned, they don't
realize it. You coudn't tell a twenty year old today what's a good record. I
think I'm gonna leap in."
"Why don't you write a non fiction book? A savage attack on the emptyness of
modern music?"
"What? And have every cunt in the world accuse me of not being able to get
it up? Get in on?"
"Tarquin, have you thought about treatment? Seriously....."
"All I ever wanted to be was two things: a roman catholic priest or David
Bowie. Come on, let's see whose at Harry's, before I jump in this fucking
river.........."
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