Pop makes brain ow better

I reread my last post, and it occurred to me that it might sound like I'm saying that I have become all fluent in Italian, whereas really the point of the first bit was how wierd it feels to be talking about non-childish things in baby language. I could do an Italian bambino's First Book of the English Reformation: Ecco Enrigho! Enrigho è molto triste. Perchè Enrigho è triste? Perchè crede che Dio è arrabiato, etc etc. So far today we have had a long discussion about figurative and non-figurative art, with particular reference to Tate Modern and the Gothic/Byzantine traditions, ultimately concluding that one prefers things one was never forced to study at school. Really my brain is very ow.

Lucky for me there is popjustice. This is a tad sub-Goldie Looking Chain, but it's always been a great record, and I like the ending. Maybe it's time to revive harem pants? Yes I know they were ridiculous, but there are so many short men wandering round here making themselves look like penguins by wearing their jeans with the belt nestling under the curve of their buttocks that any increase in volume of coverage could only be a substantial improvement. I don't care if your pants are designer! I don't want to see them!