Are you or are you not? In London. My body aches for you
I’m sorry you don’t like them, but I’m about to call. It will be brief so brace yourself
I am but only to see you
He's coming and he wants to talk to you
I’m not coming. The music has died and I’m ill with my stomach
They chose to live in such frosty conditions
You deserve it for sending me obscenely cryptic late night messages
A mix of derailed excitement and sobering upset. So absolutely fine. I prefer you as a topic and I don’t think I’m alone in that
As I said, it’s a pleasure to be of assistance. And yes it’s a close community, everyone’s sound
Big brother eviction and a trip to the ritzy