This visit to Sally’s place was planned a while ago. We had a long chat, listened to music and cooked a spicy, if imaginary, joint. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed being part of it.
I wrote two completely inadequate essays in the time allowed, one of which I destroyed. Continue reading →
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And then there were “twitzers”. This required the victim to hold his hand out with finger tips together and pointing skywards. The edge of the…
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