Winged bestiality; aerial barbarism; malign and aloft.
I would eat the flat cake rim before nibbling the cake off the back of the jelly layer, and then eat the jelly.
I’m not sure if I’ve shared this one with you before, but I am a rather bitter and angry person, and that bitterness sometimes spills over in to abject contempt.
A man held his finger to his ear while the woman in his company tutted and tapped her toe on the rough-hewn concrete floor. The courier had arrived at the lake and the portal was now open.
Yesterday morning, for my breakfast, I had a Pot Noodle. I do so once a year or so, but suspect I may have another one next week.
I’d like to sit both ends of this phony Culture War down together for a nice cup of tea and a chat. It would be great.
New Book Day!
Today, we at Fjara Press, have two new books coming out; let me tell you all about it.