… that in times of stress, only the Wedding Present truly delivers that comforting ovaltine of a distorted guitar fix.
I never cease to amuse myself with my little discoveries. Like, there really can be too many extroverts in a room, to make the intros go bang. My Myers-Briggs score makes more and more sense, day by day.
He’s just a boy. Totally dressed in corduroy. Funny how it makes the world better.
