… I Didn’t Give Up On PJ Harvey, PJ Harvey Gave Up On Me. There I Am, Sitting On The Floor Of My

… I didn’t give up on PJ Harvey, PJ Harvey gave up on me. There I am, sitting on the floor of my flat in Notting Hill, sun streaming through the window (maybe), feeling good, with a talented and beautiful young singer for a girlfriend, when the phone rings. I pick up the phone and it’s Polly.

“Hi,” I say   /   - “I want to break up with you.”

“Why?!” I ask.  /   - “It’s just over,” she says.

I was so surprised I almost dropped my syringe.

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