Another adventure in the newest sci-fi dystopia serialisation of a story which will not be seen in a cinema near you.
In the hands of fate lies a dilemma: would we ever be safe; could we ever survive; should we ever have come?
Vinyl formation. Hot glue gun apotheosis. Interminable joy. A frustration in the eyes of the mad man.
What if a gift is shit? If the person who has bought the gift couldn’t give two rats arses about what the recipient derives enjoyment from or can make use of in their lives, then the gift will usually be utter crap.
The Independent Group were met with a mixture of celebration and contempt: a perfect name for a British theme pub if ever there was one.
I would love to do a podcast or a vlog with a doctor. It’s been on my mind for a while now. There would only be one rule: No discussions of ailments.
It’s not a good thing when a gun-shot is the most predictable outcome of a meeting, but that’s the way it had always been with Bob and Larry; they just couldn’t express affection any other way.