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9 am - wake up, have toast n tea n cereal, feed the cat
10 am - go back to bed
noon - wake up 'should I phone Michael?'
12.30 - have some spaghetti
1 pm - phone Michael, bitch about the music industry
2 pm - dance to some newly acquired Wendy Renee singles
4 pm - send a postcard to another record company telling them (politely) to f*ck off
6 pm - think various ways of killing Mike Joyce
7 pm - look in the mirror for half an hour 'Christ, I'm sexy'
8 pm - go out for spaghetti with Michael, who is the only one who understands how f*cking awful the music industry is
midnight - think about tomorrow. Perhaps drive to the valley. Maybe raid a Gucci boutique.
Why don't you do some real work. Make an album. You owe it to us, old man.
10 am - go back to bed
noon - wake up 'should I phone Michael?'
12.30 - have some spaghetti
1 pm - phone Michael, bitch about the music industry
2 pm - dance to some newly acquired Wendy Renee singles
4 pm - send a postcard to another record company telling them (politely) to f*ck off
6 pm - think various ways of killing Mike Joyce
7 pm - look in the mirror for half an hour 'Christ, I'm sexy'
8 pm - go out for spaghetti with Michael, who is the only one who understands how f*cking awful the music industry is
midnight - think about tomorrow. Perhaps drive to the valley. Maybe raid a Gucci boutique.
Why don't you do some real work. Make an album. You owe it to us, old man.