Bare branches scratched a grey sky
Love is not enough
I was the evil twin
They would throw a party if they changed their knickers
She’s had so much plastic surgery she’d melt if she stood near a candle
I used to be an asshole but I’m alright now
The lady who fell as she walked
Cracking wings of pheasants, gun loud in the November air
The ginger prince
All roads lead south
I grew up with the smell of pine in my nostrils
Just as I reach Rose Cottage my coverage falls, every time, it’s the Bermuda spot in the village
I am an amoeba
Sorry I stole your life
We are seduced by the oily mendacity of the City
Sup smelly. Whas a crackakackin?
Even though people are the author of the own lives, they don’t always get dealt a fair hand at the start
You are never far from the ground
Where to begin?
Happy New Year!