Fucking Junkies or The Lovesong of Mr Johnny Quid


If you haven’t seen Rocknrolla, I suggest you do. Yes, it is a Guy Ritchie film and lord knows we love them but this one has a certain something else about it. It might be Gerard Butler (Ewan – I will fight you for the chance to take him to the pub next time he’s in the hood. Also, Lisa – why have you not hooked us up? There’s like 2.2 degrees of separation going on here..) but it may also be because of this chap: Johnny Quid (in real life Toby Kebbell) who actually makes the film, despite it being full to the back teeth of lovely film stars (no, really, the lovely ones – the ones you’d like to get pissed with).

Anyway, that massively unintentional segue leads me to this: one of the best scenes imaginable. Oh, yeah, SPOILER ALERT if you’re a muppet and haven’t seen it.

It is quite perfect. Enjoy.

 

Johnny Quid: You see that pack of Virginia killing sticks on the end of the piano?

Pete: Yes.

Johnny Quid: All you need to know about life is retained in those four walls. You will notice that one of your personalities is seduced by the illusions of grandeur: the gold packet of king-size with a regal insignia, an attractive implication towards grandeur and wealth, the subtle suggestion that cigarettes are indeed your royal and loyal friends – and that, Pete, is a lie.

Your other personality is trying to draw your attention to the flip side of the discussion: written in boring bold black and white, it’s a statement that these neat little soldiers of death are, in fact, trying to kill you – and that, Pete, is the truth.

Oh, beauty is a beguiling call to death and I’m addicted to the sweet pitch of its siren. That that starts sweet ends bitter, and that which starts bitter ends sweet. THAT is why you and I love the drugs and that is also why I cannot give that painting back. Now please, pass me a light.

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I like gin, mittens and otters, not necessarily in that order. Here's some stuff I felt like writing down when I'm not chained to a desk writing other things for a living. Please use caution when using this site; there may be sweary words, cute animals and general bullshit. Don't say I didn't fucking warn you.
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