September 2009
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The Last Shadow Puppets - Paris Summer
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Miles: I've had a heavy workload this year, I'm busy until December. I'm gonna go away in January, I reckon. I thought about going away on my own.
Alex: Yeah?
Miles: Yeah. I don't know, though. Do you reckon I'd get bored? I was thinking of just travelling around Italy with an acoustic guitar, but I'm worried I'd get fed up if nobody was with me.
Alex: Nah, you should do it!
Miles: I'm gonna do it, I think. I might freak out over there, but I reckon I'll do it.
Alex: It's gotta be done. Maybe not Italy though. Maybe Marrakech! I can see it now; you with your tie-dye headband and your paisley-pattern guitar. 'Oh, I really found meself out there, you know? Bought a little place, I have...'
Miles: 'Opened a little café!'
Alex: You wouldn't come back.
Miles: No chance. I'd just have a litttle residency in my own café.
Alex: Never wearing any shoes or owt.
Miles: It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter... have another coffee.
