Just came back from seeing a film about Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros. Man, do Sting and Bono and all the rest of those ponces who owe their villas and Bentleys and servant’s quarters and bank accounts to the Clash look like assholes now (if they didn’t already). I don’t know what to say about it, except this: I thought I missed Joe before I saw the film.

I don’t know if I should go to bed or put “Coma Girl” on repeat for another hour.

- posted @ 1:45 AM