Shameless piece

of self promotion.

Red wine on a Sunday

It helps.

Yeah, so I've been rubbish lately

[Hormonal post removed because I have come to my senses, although what follows stands.]

So shut up.

And yeah, posting when you're hormonal should be banned.

Just because you have a fold up bike

and wear reflective clothing and are middle class and live in Brighton and care about the environment and *think* you are a good person, does not mean that it is OK for you to sprint for a train and not pay attention to anyone else, thereby bumping into the cripple who is ahead of you on the platform, nearly knocking her over.

And of course I shouted at you, so there's no need to look surprised.

And saying Sorry in a faux mortified way does not your bony biker's arse cover, yeh?

Should it need to be clarified

I had fun. Lots of fun.

My brain hurts rather a lot today

and my arms are itchy.

Awkward Conversations

I reserve the right for a hissy fit come the new year. Just so we understand each other.

God I hate myself

for saying thank you.

Said the man in the coffee shop

[For reasons I cannot discuss, but which are, of course, *extremely* exciting, I have had to remove the body of this post.

It is entirely possible that everything you suspect about me is true.]

Erratum

OK, so maybe the previous was an exaggeration.

She's going to find out

And then she's going to kill me.

Innocent Observation

Lust is fun.

Oh dear

I want to update my blog but I can't think of anything interesting to say.

Get your own sink

Flies. Yuck.