miserabilia

What music do normal people listen to at parties
I’m pretty sure they’re not going to appreciate my 55-minute recording of a Jarvis Cocker acoustic set from 1995

HELP ME OKAY

All I want from life is a film where Jarvis Cocker and Bill Nighy fight zombies.

Jarvis Cocker is a very, very attractive man, even though he looks slightly like somebody pickled a lesbian.

I’m slightly drunk and just posted a picture of Jarvis Cocker, and now Pulp are on BBC Four; therefore cheap Gin makes me the psychic master of the universe.

“I know you won’t believe it’s true; I only went with her ‘cause she looks like you! My God!”

With your Razzamatazz and your nights on the town!

After sitting on my own wearing a man-poncho and prescription sunglasses eating cold Carrot and Butterbean soup out of a tin, apart from lying on the floor thinking “Yes Hannah, you’re living the dream” I had the revelation that Pulp are one of those bands that just had to exist. Because if they didn’t then the universe would have imploded in one huge ketamine flashback to Acid House, and then where’d we be?
Listening to Acid House, that’s where.
And that’s bad.