I feel like there's nothing much for me here. It's a place I have to be, more than a place I want to be. If that makes sense. Stirling was made a City as part of the Queen's Golden Jubilee this summer, but I've got no idea why. It's a schemey backward town with the minimum of everything. I'm possibly being unfairly harsh though. But it's got nothing on Edinburgh. And it doesn't have the people from Edinburgh, my friends. Which is no doubt what this is actually about...
My friends in Stirling are cool though. A lot of things need to settle however, then maybe I will too.
When written, I was listening to: Matchbox 20 - Mad Season LP
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