As Sebastian sat huddled in the bus shelter, drowning his sorrows in a bottle of Campari, hiding from marauding Mogwashian Mimers; Moonchild Etherington-Smythe was conversing with her ironing board and was expressing ironing boardness onto canvas. 278 more words
Tags » All That Glitters Is Not Gold.
“Beach & Sand” is a reflection born out of: a long, ‘lonely’, early morning walk on a beautiful Polish beach; a brief conversation about the British seaside with a colleague of mine (after coming back to London); yet mostly it is born out of experiences & teachings which keep on reminding me about the following fact: 186 more words
After about 4 months of contact with this guy I had known for a few years but had seemingly dissapeared off the face of the earth (wishful thinking) for a majority of the time i had the misfortune to know him, we agreed to meet again. 539 more words
So, once upon a time I had a good male friend. We were exceptionally good “happy hour” friends due to our shared love of booze. Unfortunately after one too many drinks during happy hour, a very unhappy hour was then spent in bed, with things seen that could never be unseen. 561 more words