Is it not bad enough for them that they’re forced to indulge their filthy habit outside, shivering in the drizzle hunched over their sputtering butts, without having to worry that someone will hand their unfinished glass of Guinness to the barman and say: “I think this one’s dead.” Continue reading
Daily Archives: September 13, 2010
Let’s check. Tongue up to investigate. Strangely smooth skin above my teeth. Yup, still tender.
I burnt my mouth on a roast potato after my Granny’s funeral. Continue reading