Queen-Screen: Papershroud: Well, Honey, Of Course You Don’t Feel So Good. It’s 127 Degrees In Here And We Are Poor. You’ve Got A Parasite Growing Inside Of You; You’re Probably Both Gonna Die Of Heatstroke At Any Minute. Oh, God, We’re Gonna
swnews:J.J. emailed me and he said, ‘Can you travel down to Mayfair to meet me?’, so I got in a taxi; I probably paid £150 without knowing it just to get to J.J. to hear what was going on… He sat me down, he spoke to me about a couple of things
