Lost At Sea

Are men men anymore? Are we still the ball swinging, bull baiting sons of old? Are we not English? All great questions but none apprantly held any relevance to my last job interview. It’s things like this I muse upon as I sit at my table on this Sunday the holiest of days. As the

Christmas

Christmas is a strange time for us all. Some of us spend it surrounded by loved ones with full bellies and warm hearts. Others spend it in police custody for wasting police time. I don’t care what she says her new toy boy hasn’t been in her “bubble” all year so why shouldn’t I call