The random, but sometimes surprisingly connected (but not necessarily lucid), stream-of-consciousness thoughts of an optimistic, heavy drinking, cantankerous, iconoclastic, foul-mouthed, devil worshipping misogynist who gets into fist-fights and lived in a damp barge in the arse end of the Thames and now lives in a caravan and loves to slaughter cats by the flinty light of a full moon while reading poetry.
Fish of the day: must be salt beef.
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These really cheered me up, it's red hot outside and I am in an office but now I am laughing at a seagull and a kipping security guard. Thanks. x
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