Hello, it’s me. I was wondering if after all these years you’d like to meet have a socially distanced catch up? It’s been a while. From what I can see, the last time I spoke at you was in March 2019. I wrote a blog post about cheese for goodness sake, blissfully unaware that I would be...
It’s the red plastic cups With the light frames and uniform Which weigh heavy on my mind. But not on yours, unsullied, That thinks only of roots and how far they will travel. How unfair to those truly a part of this world, To be burdened by stray figures Affixed to the passing of time....
Writing about not being able to write is possibly the biggest cop-out there is, so it doesn’t surprise me that I’m doing it. I wish I could say the lack of content on this site is due to my busy lifestyle and trying to keep up with how popular I have become, but I think...
I was a pretty fussy eater for most of my life. When I was 9, I had been coerced into attending a dinner with my grandparents at a friend’s house, and after being faced with the hefty, impossible challenge of forcing a lumpy potato soup down my throat all promise that the night had held...
Series three of Peaky Blinders left us to witness possibly the most shocking and intense betrayal of the Shelby family by none other than our favourite cunning patriarch, Tommy Shelby, who sent Arthur, John, Polly and Michael down for their crimes. Despite this, the opening episode of series four took no prisoners, reviving the world...
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Jack: We’re just waiting every day, checking our emails to see when we get something back.
Ben: Just waiting for it to blow our ball sacks off.
