Billy Bragg - A New England



It's a typical teenage angsty story, just splitting up with your girlfriend and then refusing to do anything at all. I just sat in my house for ages, stewing over things, generally making myself look a bit of a twat to everyone around me. A lovelorn embarassment that, in a group of hardfaced lads like my friends, ends up the subject of ridicule... particularly bad times.

So I just sat in, in my room, watching jurassic park 3 and surviving on pasta, when someone sent me this song... to be honest I'm not sure whether they were taking the piss or what because it was a very apt choice of song to send me at that particular time. But, yknow, whether they were being sarcastic bastards or not, they helped to drag me through that ridiculous time looking like a credible human being. 'I love the words you wrote to me, but that was bloody yesterday' yeah, that's right Bill, you tell the bitch. They've gotta be writing to us everyday for us to think they still give a **** about us, otherwise we're just gonna sit in our rooms shovelling carbohydrates down our throats and crying to the sound of an allasaurus tearing someone in half.

Ridiculous thing, this teenage love thing is. Ta for that one, Bill.