so, a piece i wrote sort of helped someone to win an award. hmm. its one of those weird things where you had an impact but not quite enough to feel particularly good about it, its not like a mutual orgasm, where you can feel a flicker of pride at some resonance.
Drinking english afternoon tea at 4:30 am
I’ve never met an English person, (or indeed been an English person) who had afternoon tea. it seems a shame but then I’ve never met an English person who liked Benny hill either which doesn’t
smart, angry, british, wheelchair bound. wanted my own set of spider slayers. until he sold out and grew hooves