For goodness sake, let us be young.

In less than a month, on April 11th, I’m turning 24 years old, and I’m freaking out. I’ve never accepted the idea of growing up, but this year, I have to. For the first time of of my life, I’ll have to make some sacrifices, and build myself a solid life. I just cannot be an “adulescent” any longer. Anyway, for my birthday, I do not wish any gifts. All I want if for someone to have the idea of playing me Wetsuit song. Posting it on my facebook wall, playing it on the phone or my answering machine, flooding my social networks with the lyrics, or even singing it to me for a few seconds, even awfully sung; whatever. I just need to be reminded, not matter how old I am, to put a wetsuit on.

We'll give it just another couple of months or so, Then you'll be ok.

Soigner le mal par le mal.

Have a cuppa.

Yep, Implicite, that's the word. Let's go for this picture game.

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When The Vaccines were about to come on stage....

Everytime I listen to this song, I close my eyes and remember.

Paris, Manchester, Glasgow and Glasgow, Newcastle, Sheffield, Lincoln, Leeds, Bristol, Cambridge, Leamington, Brussels. Twelve times, my heart skipped the same way, hearing this song starting to play in the venue. There's nothing like the magic of the very moment when your favourite band turn up on stage. I could see them millions of times again, and still not get enough of that feeling. It only lasts a few seconds, but remains engraved in your mind forever.
So, everytime I listen to this song, I close my eyes and remember. And again and again.

My iPod has a message for you.

It's been 18 days. And I've decided I'd treat you the same way you treat me. 

But I'm tired of this little game.

I can go that road too.

Œil pour œil, dent pour dent.