You’d never catch me casually strolling through the Backrooms. Fuck that!

Chap goes over to fix a sentimental piano for a prospective love interest. He says this would typically cost $5,000 and she says she’ll make him a pasta to that value (obvious a joke) and proceeds to give him dry looking spaghetti with a meagre amount of Dolmio tomato sauce. He should have never seen her again.

If I was a 16 year old girl in New York in 1964 and The Beatles were in town, I would absolutely be buying a shredded-up piece of towel that a member of staff at The Plaza claimed was used by one of the band for $2 and you best believe I’m sneaking into the hotel and wandering the corridors trying to find their room! 

On another note, the David Lynch contribution is so cute 🥲

Graham Coxon is such a gas bitch. Damon Albarn and Alex James are horrendously annoying gimps. Dave Rowntree seems sound, hope his knee is better.