On the third day in Paris, Michaella did….. this is not going into the jingle that I had hoped.
This morning I woke up and hung out with dead people. 876 more words
We’re a vain bunch, us homosapiens. All through history we’ve depicted ourselves through art.
From the portraits of Ug, his wife Nog and wee Ugnog playing dead in the jaws of his pet t-rex to the ‘does my arse look big in this ginormous crinoline, love?’ stern faces that line the walls of stately piles throughout the world, it’s clear that we just feckin’ love ourselves. 342 more words