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These are the madcap ramblings of an introvert. Writing about my life, ideas and thoughts enables me to share with the world my thoughts, and often accident prone life, in a way I am not able to otherwise do. This blog is an outlet for the extrovert that will always be buried deep inside of... Continue Reading →

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The Most Powerful Fun Ruiner in the World

They say misery loves company. If this is true, I can confirm I am in a passionate love affair with misery, but not a sexy love affair on the Italian Riviera with oysters for breakfast and chocolate bedazzled pillows. More like some seedy motel with a 2p condom machine that dispenses regret and oozes harmful... Continue Reading →

Loving to Bore Your Pants Off

If a tree falls in the woods… why the hell should I care? Imagine you’re at a party. Let’s say an irreligious friend has chosen to Christen their baby because it’ll look good on Instagram. You’re stuck at this shindig as a show of good faith, but you don’t know anyone there. The thump, thump,... Continue Reading →

The Joy of the Last Lonely Soldier

The joy of the last lonely soldier, Wandering through the empty battlefield, riddled with blight, This is life without companionship. Too late to the battle of life, too late to the fight. There is no one left but him, Memories of what was and what could be left scattered. As someone so alone he is... Continue Reading →

The Most Boring Post on Logic You’ll Ever Read

If there’s just one thing that rankles my potatoes, it’s a poorly organised wardrobe. And that’s coming from me, an expert potato wrankler. Did you know that some people don’t have a wardrobe etiquette? One assumes this is the ‘anarchy’ The Sex Pistols sang of. I simply cannot understand these incompetent buffoons who THRUST their... Continue Reading →

Why You Never See Shorts That Actually Work

Going without shorts has made me a better person. Imagine the Alpha Male. His flamboyant muscles bulge beneath his skin-tight t-shirt. Like the vein on a frustrated geography teacher’s head, a child unable to find America. The cotton-eyed hipster shacket nestles with ease below his Calvin Klein-scented chin. Cotton-smooth skin swims with the chemicals of... Continue Reading →

A Life Through Nose Coloured Glasses

Oh, the joy of picking one’s nose, A disgusting habit most sure. But it made for a rather joyously revolting prose. We see such habits as bad but they continue to lure. We are made to feel embarrassment and guilt. We are besotted by terror if we may be caught, But we should feel no... Continue Reading →

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