Plants keep me cool in the flat and they don’t mind if I smoke.
Cactus, cheese, rubber, spider, succulent, savoury, salt,
vinegar, sweet and sour, lemon and lime. 169 more words
Becoming worryingly sentimental about dogs these days. Wee
Keep watching canine rescue stories and puppy
documentaries on cheap TV and it’s playing with my emotions, man. 159 more words
When a man is tired of Govanhill, he is tired of
life, said Johnson, Rab Johnson fae Torrisdale Street.
Well Rab, I’m knackered, mate, mostly because you and Tracey won’t shut the fuck up with the loud music and the screaming all through the night and the people shouting up at your window from the street all day, you know? 125 more words