Thom Yorke | 1995 - 2013
Q: If that sad day comes along when Radiohead split up, what do you plan to do in your retirement?
Thom: Age badly. Follow random pathways in the forest. Smoke a pipe. Become a hermit. Never shave again. Take Ecstasy on weekends. Develop a Valium habit. Read the Bible. Go to Tibet. Become an MP (member of the parliament). Change my name. Laugh at economists. Start skanking dancehall style.
I’ve never met anyone like you before.
I don’t know why Frank insisted on bringing me to this dinner party, I don’t even know what to talk about and everyone’s already having a conversation, it’d be awkward to butt in. A steakhouse? Really? I’m a pescetarian, Frank. We’ve known each other ten years. Nobody’s even bothered to comment on my coat or offered a tummy rub. Your friends are shit, Frank.
One day I’ll learn my lesson and stop re-reading old livejournal posts.
But man, I wish I documented more of what a dick you were.