Here we go with Mina’s type again.  Can you imagine how much Britpop I was made to listen to in her presence in college?  

It was a lot, and when times got tough, we used to lie on the floor and cry to Starsailor. Times getting tough meant that Mina had discovered the guy she was dating kept a box full of empty bullet shells in his room and had never actually attended the college we did, he was just a local that showed up to classes, or that I had fallen off the top bunk again.

“Pete Doherty BritPop Babe”