6am: Unleash bowel movement Purging yesterdays Petrol washed translucent flake cocaine, continental lager and sundry sweet meats. 6.10am: Get up. 6.11am: Think about Killing Myself. Shower/power wank while thinking of the Receptionists Feet , toe [more…]
I was an inquisitive child, I wanted to know how, and why. Mum was one of those who thought ‘just because’ was an answer. Dad was much better but worked several jobs so wasn’t around [more…]
I lived for the first seven years of my life in a hamlet on the western fringe of Salisbury Plain. At about six hundred and sixty feet above sea level it was a fairly bleak [more…]
I was born in 1945, the war had just ended, the world was a very different place then. As a child food was one of my primary concerns, it was difficult to find enough fuel [more…]
The lovely description of his normal family life by our Flying Hippo (Humdrum and proud!) inspired me to put fingers to keyboard (no, The Princess does not put her paws to keyboard, that’s beneath her!) [more…]
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