There are some phrases I just don’t use, even ironically. “Yolo” is one of them. Well, I used it once, a couple of weeks ago when trying to convince a mate to go out on the town and stay up until his bus arrived in the early morning. It just slipped out into my text, … Continue reading On “YOLO”
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On Hangover Cures
Last night I drank enough vodka to fell a Russian soldier. This morning I woke up with a stonking headache. I am assuming that this is a case of cause and effect, unless at some point in the night I got into an argument with Thor and he/she introduced Mjolnir to my head (which is … Continue reading On Hangover Cures
The Wrong Escape
This opening to a story is inspired by a recurring dream I had, where a couple of friends appeared in my room in Florence, swore and jumped out the window. I never stayed asleep long enough to work out why they did that. “Fuck you!” he shouted, jumping from the window. Wilkins sighed. It was … Continue reading The Wrong Escape
On Domestic Explosions
“Kitchens should not be covered in brown, sticky liquid.” This perhaps obvious thought crossed my mind recently when I found the aforementioned substance drenching the sink, window and work surfaces in a three-metre radius from the plug. Turns out it wasn’t a tap-based fault, but another resident’s coke can was responsible. He’d put it in … Continue reading On Domestic Explosions
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