This kind of thing goes against the spirit of my generation: if it's broke, or old, or no longer in fashion just throw it out and head to the shops. I found the sewing to be quite therapeutic, despite dropping the needle a couple of times.
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I was listening to the radio this morning, and tried to decipher the words to "Back to Black" by Amy Winehouse which is getting a lot of airplay on WDR 2. I could have sworn she sings
Life is like a pie, and I'm a tiny kidney rolling up the walls inside
An expression of the futility of life and its pastry ceilings using the imagery of old-fashioned british cookery. Sadly these are not the real lyrics. It's probably a good thing that nobody can tell what she's singing about, as "He... kept his dick wet" isn't really what you want to hear over breakfast.
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