Bigger Boys & Stolen Sweethearts

Which version of Alex Turner do you love? The scruffy, wavy-haired, incoherent-mumbling boy from Sheffield?
Or the arrogant, sunglasses-wearing, gelled-quiff, hips-like-Elvis (hyperbole), drug-induced, dreamy man that's always living it up in Los Angeles and New York?

Do you love both?
Then why pick?!
Both are in this story as two seperate people! :D
I know you're nearly jumping out of your pants right now, but just keep 'em on for a short sec...

theres always somebody taller
with more of a wit
& hes equipped to enthrall her
& her friends think hes fit
& you just cant measure up though
you dont have a prayer
wishin that youd made the most of her
when she was there

For both Alex Turner and Lucius Larey it was agonizing. And nothing eased the pain. Alex's music career of promiscuity and intoxication and roadtrips and lots of heartbroken lyrics wasn't distracting him and Lucius's passion for photography and painting, even though he'd sit by the beach for hours on end and could find comfort in sketching the setting, was no consolation. Because you know...
The horizon tries, but it's just not as kind on the eyes,
as Arabella.