I clicked "like" on this before I realised he was actually dead. Now I feel awful that he never made it home for Christmas

The moment is fast approaching. We will live to see someone say "slopslop" soon enough

My one regret about never becoming a famous author is I will never get to see how badly these things would piss off a LOT of people

I don't know if you ever saw This House Has People In It. He reminded me of one of the supplementary videos where the family is celebrating something, and you don't immediately register there's a bright pink head with its mouth wide open just sort of in the middle of the room with them

Oh the old dude on the side really caught me off-guard

Yes Red Rooster's a girl. Red Rooster don't give a fuck about your gender binary

I feel his embarrassment. Honestly I would turn around and never stop running until I was in the ocean

(there's a few of these)

Looking back he probably had had way too much to drink. He definitely used to drink and drug to excess when it was party time

Not as much as one would hope for out of an interesting story. NYE in London inevitably meant a very late night out with an even longer cab ride home, then trying to sleep in his parents' house which was cold enough to store meat carcasses. I can't remember why we had to leave so early though

Eventually we figured out he was asleep in one of the toilet cubicles

Totally unrelated to movies but this does make me flash back to New Year's Day 2010, when my then-boyf and I had to get the train back to Manchester from London. He just completely disappeared when we and some other friends were at the station, couldn't find him, not answering his phone

After that she would retire to her little appended granny-flat before going to bed, and I'd be effectively alone. But I was antsy about this impending novel kink experience and needed to fill the time until then, and I'd never watched 'The Big Lebowski', so that's what I did

There was a time when I still lived in the family home, when my mother and father were away for the weekend and I was going to use the relative freedom to experiment with something kinky. My grandmother was still there though, and it was a time-honoured ritual to make her a cup of tea at 9pm

Oh shit yes, absolutely have to have some weird pseudo-philosophical thing about how learning the subjectivity of experience has allowed our hero to take Bullet Art in directions the cop-soldier mooks have never dreamed of

The Sense-Co-ordinators have found out he's out there somewhere. They're coming for him. They can't let him return to their cave of shadows with the knowledge of subjective experience

Montage of our hero experiencing Art. He's listening with wonder to how that guitar he has found sounds different in the fields or echoing off the roof of a nearby cave. He's gazing in rapt astonishment as the drawing he made subtly changes its appearance with the light and the movement of his head

Feels like the premise of a 2000s-era tech dystopia movie, admittedly. In a world where people consume all art through direct injection to the brain, a guy gets ejected from the culture somehow and is in the woods discovering Real Sensations for the first time

Only releasing a record in one format and it's a cable direct into the base of the skull