Archives for: "May 2014"
Savvan cants
Midnight, and the students in the street are yelling their heads off as a prelude for going out to shitty nightclubs and drinking themselves into dexualised vomit and Facebooked selfies. more »
Tilting at windmills
A rainy day on the Fylde coast with a busty wench from North Wales. What more could a boy want? more »
I like girls who are into drugs
After Trina and I split up, I went trawling again and was contacted by Donna, the pharmaceutical marketing manager. more »
Cock, fanny, whatever
For one day a year all normal canons of taste and style are cast into the indifferent, erasing maw of style that is the Eurovision Song Contest. more »
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