I caught you a delicious bass.
Woke up this morning, got yourself a gun.
Do you want a cup of tea? Ooh, no thanks. Twelve's my limit.
Jim and Andy: The Great Beyond, or the not-so-subtle art of not giving a fuck.
An Ode to Zanzibar: a poetical review of the triumphant return of Inside No. 9.
It’s funny how the colours of the like real world only seem really real when you viddy them on the screen.
"The tradition of all the dead generations weighs like a nightmare on the brain of the living."
Because that's what you do in a town where a yellow light still means slow down and not speed up.
What kind of bird are you?