New Shoes, New Skin.

I’m wearing in my new shoes today. I say ‘new’ but I’ve had them for two months now. They’re not cheap shoes. Not for blokes’ standards. I find anything above £50 to be not cheap. Anything above £100 is fucking stupid. What is also stupid is that I have to wear the buggers in. Surely […]

‘Ello Mr Sandman

I’m tired. Really tired. In fact, I can’t get enough sleep. But no matter how many times I say this to people, they always respond with; “Yeah, me too.” No. Not you too. I’M tired, not you. I can’t feel your tiredness and neither do I care. I just want to sleep. Now get out […]

Macca Smacka

Okay, I admit it. I’ve just been to McDonalds. I don’t feel good about it. I don’t even know why I did. I wasn’t hung-over or anything, I think my body told me it was time for my next ‘fix’ and so I reluctantly adhered to my body’s plan. Is that called addiction? Surely you […]

There’s Mo Limits

I entered the cafe. No-one noticed. No-one showed their concern. No-one cared. I cared though. My furry friend had gone, was no more. The friend who had awoken me every morning for the last month with a gentle hurrah. The friend who offered advice and installed in me self-belief. The friend who tickled me when […]

More Tequila Auntie Jean?

Stumbling around, screeching at the top of their voices, linking arms and singing songs out of tune. They make you feel uncomfortable as you enjoy a drink and munch on pork scratchings. You daren’t enter a conversation for fear of a dislike of what you’re saying, thus in turn causing them to become aggressive. They […]