An old man stands, pontificating. His thumbs are in his belt loops; his chest is puffed out. He issues pronouncements on all sorts of things, oblivious to the fact that no one is listening.
Not simply content with rambling opinion pieces, I am now in to recounting events from my life for the purpose of entertainment.
Paris was always going to be a let-down, surely? Tourist traps and over-priced hidden extras.
I feel very strongly about a lot of things: it often makes me think I hate people and things I actually know very little about.
What exactly is an open faced sandwich? It is a piece of bread, buttered, with stuff on it. Excellent. Glad we’ve got that cleared up. But what is it called?
The shocking negligence of a company who refuses to acknowledge potential customers bewilders me beyond words. Please let us do up our house.
The path to true love has been far from straight and true. I have had interactions with a number of interesting people and downright head cases. I feel the need to spill my guts.