August 30, 2019
I am expecting a shiny, silver E-Class Mercedes Benz, or a glistening, black Audi S5. Something with prestige, something that says: “I have arrived”. Instead, he […]
July 26, 2019
I hate trains. Everything about them. I hate the way they smell like old socks. I hate that thousands of arses have sat on those grotty […]
May 3, 2019
His long legs creep ever so gently along the web as he rhythmically pulls and places his silk into position. We watch in awe, captivated by […]
March 20, 2019
The seats were filthy, threadbare. I didn’t want to sit on them. I clung to my basket and scuttled past, so as not to touch them. […]