I’m going to gun you down.
Classic
On the set of ‘Giant’ in 1955 wearing a white bralette and high-waisted tailored trousers.
First there’s now half-a-laptop available to purchase, to enhance the user experience of the other ‘half-a-laptop’ that Apple produces already, and then there’s a bunch of, frankly shit, pieces of artwork that are all doing this ‘modern world’ thing of shamelessly cashing in on a movie and in this case its Harry Potter and the Venté Latté Mishap or whatever the fuck the latest hope-chugging brain-voider is called, and then I go to fucking Google+ and THEY STILL HAVEN’T MANAGED TO MAKE THAT PLACE MAKE ANY FUCKING SENSE YET.
I’M ENRAGED. I’M FUCKING SECONDS AWAY FROM AN ANEURYSMAL VASOSPASM. I’M GOING TO START BURNING PEOPLE’S HOUSES DOWN.
The future
That’s the attitude
Eighty-six carats.
Where?
London.
London?
London.
London?
Yes, London. You know: fish, chips, cup 'o tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fucking Poppins... LONDON.
Best Movies Ever. EVER.
Meeting Stanley K.
Where’s little woman?
Stella…