random V memory:
lying on a couch in my friends house who was having a party, absolutely pissed after drinking way too much Baileys (
) kissing a bloke called Paul Evans who'd had a punch up with someone and his nose was bleeding (
again). V was on the tv in the background, it was a very surreal moment. I remember trying to follow it, while this guy with a bleeding nose was trying his best to distract me.
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I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot