If You'd Have Told Me

They Do It In Thai Restaurants In London. You Ask For A Drink, And It Comes In A Glass With Loads Of Seaweed And Pebbles In It Like A Scene From Finding Nemo.

It's Like There's Some Unwritten Rule That If You're Mates, You Can Say What You Want To Each Other, And You Don't Really Get That Annoyed About It.

I'm A Bit Rubbish At Knowing When Something Is Good. But If It Goes Out And I Can Say, "i Wasn't As Bad As I Thought I Would Be", Then I'll Be Happy. Until Then, I'll Be Thinking, "i Shouldn't Be Here!"

Treat The World Like A Head.

Parrots Have Gone A Bit Quiet Since Pirates Have Gone.