What became of the Likely Lads

Bleeeeeeeeeeh. My last essay is the worst. I actually have nothing to say. It's one of those here's a quote we just made up, not even from like a historian or critic or whatever but from a Glasgow Student from the 70s apparently, and then that dreaded word: Discuss. Plus there's the problem that I haven't read much of the book yet and it's for Monday. Tomorrow will be fun times in the library again. But you know last essay of the semester so next Tuesday I will have my no more essays dance.

My lip is really annoying me now. Since it went all tingly a while ago I've been chewing at it, mostly in my sleep. Then when I'm spending all my time on buses I can't help but bite it. The little line bothers me. Stupid drunk people who can't stand.

I saw a guy on the train that looked exactly like Carl Barât. I could not stop looking at him, it was uncanny. I was waiting for a crazy junkie to turn up and reform the Libertines right there at Mount Florida.

Sadly it was not to be.

Forbidden Planet are constantly lying to everyone. For once this was a good thing. I walked past the window on Wednesday and they have "On sale Thursday" and the comics all nicely displayed. Now I've tried buying a comic a day early but never gotten lucky so when I went in with Emma I really had to hold myself back when I glanced up at the new comics shelf and there it was:

Emma was not impressed. Not even by the dragon.