Timeless boohooing about biggles not being my mate. Never does owt to reach out to me, loves me but doesn’t like me. No birthday pressie or even message or anything since I left dressing room at Brixton on Sunday. But this is normal and so why now let it upset me? Because.. well it’s obvious. … We have a good thing going etc etc , but fuck me he’s a difficult man to love and he gives me nothing. I go through each day and am twisting up, when I finally, fully unwind it will be furious, disastrous, dangerous, spectacular…