Bartender last night telling me the lass they’re chatting to is currently in late state auditions for “lesbian love island”. What a wonderful world full of curious tales.
The idea I have to keep eating till I die is seriously so baffling to me. I’ve had enough. It’s too expensive and I’ve done it all. “Oh you’ve got to try Mr Cumbo’s restaurant I’ve been on the waiting list for months”. Fuck off.
Friends return from trip to the old uni. They reveal current students talk of a mythic scholar who thought julian of Norwich was a man in their final exam.
Well of course I know him - he’s me.