living in los angeles has dumbed me down. removed my always-on, coke-razor-sharp wit, sass, tongue. previously [london, san francisco], i had the time to read books on my commute [rather than driving], i spent hours at dinner with friends debating and discussing, we had life to talk about, and politics to discuss, and culture to compare. now it’s all celebutards, masturabatory gossip and mostly just… passing… time. i can smell my brain rotting away.
i really wish i spent my teenage years in britain. after watching the first season of skins, recently re-researching the formation of my favorite bands depeche mode and the pet shop boys, and coupled with my anecodotal london life of the last few years [and obsession with british culture, and all of its gay coming-of-age tawdriness, ala queer as folk and beautiful thing and get real], i really truly honestly shockingly identify with being a british teenagerâ€”in the 80s.
it’s odd, isn’t it? but it’s true. so very true.
i can totally see myself hitting the london club scene in the early 80s as one of the original new romantics. sweet-talking steve strange to get into whatever underground club was hot that week. going to early dm gigs in basildon. doing gak with boy george on his birthday [oh, wait...]
if only i’d watched more episodes of eastenders and coronation street like i’d planned to, i’d be able to pull of a decent glaswegian-cum-cockeny accent which would fool most of wanky yanks i come across in los angeles. alas, i remain an outsider. at home he’s a tourist, indeed!
note: goody two-shoes adam ant once played the role of eric boggs, so it’s only fitting that i return the favor?