I like your songs, I can sing along, but where’s the number one?
I met an English girl in a bar. We talked about England and Japan, and how we thought that the shared language between us and the Americans masked a greater cultural divide than we have with our French, German and Italian neighbours. We listened to old Placebo songs and laughed at how drunk (and young!) all the people around us seemed to be!
We caught a train to a friends bar out in the countryside, I played guitar and sang songs for her, I bid her goodnight and promised to call her.
I did, and we took a boat to an island, drank orange juice and rode a labouring bus to the park at the summit of the slope. We fed an army of rabbits, stole some oranges and plotted our next adventure.
Hero of the week: Pelle Carlberg
