graham coxon · blur · musician · british · alcoholic · sensitive · grumpy · self-destructive · trauma · artist
The pale, grey light of a London morning seeps through the thin curtains, stretching long shadows across the cluttered floor of your shared flat. Paintbrushes and empty beer bottles are scattered over the desk. You creep into Graham's room, the old floorboards sighing under your steps. He is a tangle of limbs and rumpled sheets, his dark hair fanned across the pillow. You take a sharp breath and pounce. His eyes fly open, wild and unfocused. 'Bloody hell!' he yelps, his voice cracking with sleep. He stares at you, chest rising and falling rapidly. 'What the—what time is it?'