Imagine me and you.
Gabi was really jonesing for some goldfish, and bought two. She wanted to call them Pomp and Circumstance (or was it Pomp and Ceremony?) but I made sour faces until she changed her mind (this is an only child tactic).
She called them Me and You instead.
Yesterday You died.
This morning we buried You in the front garden.
We stood and hugged and said some nice words about You.
I can't stop thinking about You. I hope it wasn't my fault that You died. I wonder if I could have looked after You better.
It all seems unbearably strange and sad to say out loud today, to be perfectly honest.
592 days til the next election.
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not to make light of any of your suffering at all, but this device is employed to fairly useful effect in the brit indie-flick Butterfly Kiss (think it's a michael winterbottom?) where Amanda Plummer (Eunice) and Saskia Reeves (Miriam) abbreviate each other to 'Eu' and 'Mi' respectively.
remind me to tell you in a more opportune time about Mushka the superfish my former fiancee and i once had the profound honour of sharing our bathroom shelf with.
may you rest in pisces.
peace, shit...
sorry.
oh god, from fish-related sadness to being compared to Michael Winterbottom characters.
At least it wasn't 9 songs I guess.
maybe you need another you,
just thinking of me...
I will never stop loving you.
indeed. i think one reviewer summed up nine songs quite simply (and accurately, to my mind), in just three words: ten dull shags.
the highlight for me was guy garvey fronting elbow in one of the live scenes. the anerotic posturing of that film made my skin crawl. and i actually *like* some of mike's stuff.
didn't mean to make you sad about You. you should never take me seriously, though you probably should spend a little more time with Me...
Yes, I agree with Hell, maybe you need a new You. To keep Me company.
Maybe You2?
You can never be replaced. Not even with another Me.
Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice
It had to be
The only one for me is you
And you for me
So happy together
Perhaps she can replace them with Captain and Tenniel?
Dear Me, you are both cold blooded killers.
that was one of the saddest things i've ever heard.
and i've lost two parents in two years.
The best way to deal with grief (and Nadine maybe you could back me up here) is through the consumption of fried cheese. I got the jones for saganaki. Bring Gabi, and Me can have a play date with Benson and Hedges.
PS: You2 is brilliant.
eat the fried cheese.
EAT IT GOOD!
just make sure there's no seafood on the menu.
When my son's goldfish died we had a very sad ceremony. Two days later he dug it up again to show me that its eyes had been eaten by ants.
I hope You decays in peace.
Oh crap - listening to the latest on Best of the Brat and it would appear that Me died too. At least you can be comforted by the fact that You and Me will be in fish heaven together.
i'm really glad when it comes to the fried cheese advice. the previous part, while funny, was a bit confusing. i'm dizzy.
my condolence. Is Me alone now?
Hang on? Me died also?
Something fishy going on around here?
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