There's a very fine line between being artistic and being a dickhead - it's like love and hate.
Sarcasm is a Manchester trait.
I suppose in the end it's almost too easy to look back and say what you should have done, how you might have changed things. What's harder - what's much, much harder - is to accept what you actually did do.
Nobody is the same. If we were all the same it would be bloody boring.
Yeah, I still feel as if I have things to do really. I'm not ready to stop.
It's quite ironic I suppose, it's that thing about being in a group when you all start out as friends and then invariably end up hating each other. So I just thought they needed telling really, in case they were labouring under the apprehension that they were still friends.