Are you a grim person?
(Guffawing with laughter): Yes, I suppose I am really, I think it’s an attitude that should be encouraged. …No, I don’t really think so but people tend to look at my interviews and regard me as some kind of character from a Dickensian soup kitchen. There ARE plenty of things that do give me pleasure - although I can’t actually think of any at the moment. I’ve been termed a manic depressive - usually by people who’ve never met me, but I am capable of looking on the bright side - I just don’t do it very often. One of The Smiths’ skills has been to take subjects which people might lazily presume are dark and morbid and make them interesting, or turn them into the subjects of interesting songs. I’m hardly some kind of crazed remnant of total monolithic depression. Am I? I do have taste above all, which is why I’m considered out of step with anything that could be regarded as slightly hip. And because I have taste, and I don’t really blend in with the general colour of 1987, people think I’m some sort of monument from the last century. - Morrissey, 1987
cellphones have two brightness settings: “dim” and “the messiah is back”
this frickin tag omg
Gordon Ramsay is my favorite.
i just want to hug all of them
Fun story. I cooked for this dude, once. I did my kitchen apprenticeship at the family-style restaurant of one of New Zealand’s premiere chefs, and he knew Ramsay really well. He was in New Zealand for a few weeks, and Martin brought him by the restaurant to check it out. It was right on the beach, fucking gorgeous. I was the only one there (apprentice = bitch work = 4am starting shifts), and they asked me to whip up some breakfast for them. It was SUPER simple, fried fish, eggs cooked in bread, sausages. He was incredibly gracious and kind, asked me to join them (I couldn’t, too much work to do, so they sat at the kitchen window so they could talk to me), and was super interested in hearing about my english grandma, who had taught me how to cook. I won’t hear a single bad word against this man, for all of his kitchen hysterics, he treated me like an equal.