All the things I do instead of writing…
I went to a dinner at college the other day, and admired much smooth, dewy skin. The boat club invited Alumni along, either in the hope they would give more money, or in gratitude that they had stumped up for a new boat. Personally, I was aggrieved that the women have fallen so far down... Continue Reading →
I went to see Twilight on my own last night - as usual I just wandered past the cinema on my way home, to see if anything was starting soon. I've been so irritated by the whole Twilight thing for a while. People always seem to jump on vampire stories in recessions - maybe it's... Continue Reading →
The resting writer 