Ah, well, saw that one coming.

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For those of you who have been around a while, you know that when the last Coldplay LP dropped (August '02), I was championing it before it even hit shelves. Like the ODB once said '[we] go back like babies and pacifiers' -- and so it was with a lot of excitement that I looked forward to hearing X & Y....

And then I heard it.

And I'm saying it now, publicly, I think it's shit.

The five stars that Blender gave it and the brown-nosing that EW did? Bullshit. I'm talking about arse to the wall, and stains everywhere like Miguel Alvarez in Oz shit. Some albums are fifty-fifty, you love and you hate, some you love most and hate some -- this is just crap.

I feel like I should be disappointed, but I'm not surprised.



In better news: OMG I SO LESS THAN THREE HURLEY!!!!!

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I don't know; I get mine from this old guy, who brings it over in his hollow leg every six months when he goes off to visit his six children and eighteeen grandkids and Shanghai.

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Blaise loves Chinatown, with its strange rank scents and its bustle of noise and colour and rot. But he hates it too, because as a place it's not home, and he'll never have that again.

Which makes him angry, because home was always Theodore's thing. Home was Draco's, and a fucking millstone it was to both of them, though Blaise's always gotten family, maybe even more than they did.

Fuck, he never even knew he'd miss home until even the idea of it was taken from him.

Blaise misses Theodore and Draco, too, desperately. But thinking of them is even more dangerous than thinking of home, so he sits in Chinatown, on a stool at the little tea stall, and thinks of nothing, instead.