Back to the occasional rant, reflection and occasional creative piece that normally gets me stopped in public places by acquaintances keen to console me on the tragic state of affairs of my personal life, only to be told “It’s fiction.” No one ever believes me. Now that I have quit my job and am living off my tax rebate (Yay) it’s more frequent.
Welcome to my life: a festering mass of urban decay, inter spliced with the occasional uncomfortable romance, modern girl rant and hungover reflection. Enjoy, respond, sympathise or criticise. Let’s go to hell in a hand basket together.