when i moved into my new flat, i was very happy. But when i worked out that the whispering voices that i could hear when i put my head under the water in the bath belonged to dead people, i wasn't happy any longer, particularly because i realized that every time i put my head under the water when i had a bath the voices were slightly louder than the time before.
i tried not putting my head under the water, when i had a bath, but every fucking time curiosity got the better of me and i had to try, just for a second, just to check, and of-course even half a second or that sort of thing wouldn't bother anyone.
i keep asking the landlord to put a shower in, but he prevaricates this, and says things like, why do u want to eject that for? that's a lovely old bath, an antique that is, look at it, it's victorian, you'd pay top dollar for one of those at the reclamation yard. it's alright for him, he hasn't got fucking dead people talking to him every time he washes his hair.
-from Radiohead's Scotch mist.
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