Just for the record folks. This blogger can not abide emo. Due to friend related pressures - sorry Andy - I have tried to embrace at least a grudging indifference toward it, but I apologise, I am just too well adjusted. I do not hate my parents folks. I don't hate jocks. I like sport. If she doesn't like me, I get over it and move on to her less attractive friend. Misunderstood my arse.
"But mom, I really need the €12.99 for the new My Chemical Romance album in Tescos... Yeah, it's in the music aisle. Over by the eyeliner and microwavable dinners for one"