25 August 2004

...but just to return to Marcello for a moment, he's written some of the most naked personal shit of all, in the past. In some ways, his blog's failure to cleanse him, or at least comfort him, to enable him to move on from past horrors is the most damning argument against my standpoint. I won't go any further on this, it's his life and I've no right to dissect it. But I have known loss. My father died of Cancer in 1992. It fucked me up for a long time. I still dream about him. I still find it difficult to listen to Buddy Holly (his hero) without bursting into tears. It fucking kills me that he never got to see me get married, or got to see his grandchildren, who I know he would've fucking adored. Life can be a bastard. So let's party!