Stumbling out of the pub last night we heard the helicopter before we saw it. “Air ambulance,” he said. “Trouble … More
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I’ve been writing a lot, but nothing really worth publishing on its own. Mainly angry revelations and paranoid ramblings about myself/my … More
Fancy F*cking Flowers
And on the bench outside the pub, you can’t sit down. The bench is full of family. It says SON … More
Easter Sunday
As usual, I have been thinking about who I am. I was just sitting up on the roof, looking at … More
Darling, darling, your head is a mess…
I’ve done it again. That is, I’ve made the same mistake for the thousandth fucking time, under the alcohol-induced illusion … More