It’s Friday afternoon, the sun is vaguely shining and these painkillers are providing a very satisfactory buzz, all I need now is some sugar-coated pop to power me through the rest of the working day.
What’s that inbox? A new single from Das Pop? Produced by Soulwax? That sounds like the first stupid, joyful rush you get when falling in love?
Why that’ll do nicely, now please stop talking to me you’re bumming my high.
