Introducing Mr D’arcy
I said, who’s that girl there?
I wonder what went wrong
So that she had to roam the streets
She doesn’t do major credit cards
I doubt she does receipts
It’s all not quite legitimate
He, of the perfect British lips and voice.
Delicious.
In other news, the MIS guy at work may not be able to form coherent sentences in Engrezi, yet he has a DVD of Cannibal Ferox occupying a position of pride in his enviable cult horror films collection. I won’t be entirely surprised if he were to have an indepth knowledge of Norweigian black metal and its contribution to the world of rock.
Lessons!
p.s.: Notice the Buckley resemblance? Sigh!
goddamn.
words fail me.
oh but norwegian metal rocks, esp when it’s all succinctly bound in a sooted-booted package like that.
@ headmistress – He is what we call a “beautiful” man.
=)
WANT.
Me too!
Though the new boy looks a little bit like him. That helps!