***updated and edited as last night’s version was brought to you by 375 mls. of a lovely 2011 rioja tempranillo.
so having a blog is kind of like keeping a diary but letting any tom, dick or hairy read it. 669 more words
“Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my blog?/ It took me days to write, will you feed my dog?” –“Paperback Writer,” the Beatles (slightly paraphrased) 1,552 more words
I first noticed Gordon standing on the steps of Winchester Library. It was hard to tell his age, older, well dressed with a Trilby. He wore the hat confidently. 1,930 more words
I bet most lonely people don’t really know they are alone, they also don’t really know much about themselves or what they like. They’re so alone, that they latch on to every piece of (person, activity, or item) around them and they suck the life from it, or they let it suck the life from them. 212 more words