The Mr H Family Emporium II
Mind that time when I ran a record label and had full page adverts in the music press?* Course you don’t. Off to the shredder. 9 more words
1 week, 5 days ago
Two years today since you were taken.
When I spent a happy afternoon going through your picture box, shredding every image of your evil mother, what should I find but the wedding day outtakes. 82 more words
2 weeks, 3 days ago
For some reason I’ve got a picture of my old office in Marsham Street which I have kindly marked with a purple dot. The windows on either side were mine. 284 more words
2 months ago
Life has all been about tattoos and scars.
2 months, 1 week ago
Once upon a time I was a real person. I even spent 20 odd years as a freelance music hack. I’ve just found a box of magazines what I wrote for which are now in the recycling bin. 161 more words
2 months, 2 weeks ago
When I tell folk even older than me that I was in Bangour three or four times as a boy, they usually find something Very Important to do elsewhere. 314 more words
6 months ago
So I’ve started shredding my life. After all, they’re aw gone so no-one will give a shite about whit I got up tae during my time here. 246 more words
7 months ago