The scene is a small darkly lit room. On the desk sits a lamp and a computer screen glows. A man sits in front of the screen, staring intently. Lost in his thoughts… Bloody hell. Can’t be right. Can’t. Shit. It is. Where’s that list? No, the other one. OK, here we go. 1 of…Continue reading Sneaky

Mr. Men

Like many children of my era, I grew up being read, then reading, the wonderfully insightful Mr. Men books. I had a Mr. Tickle hot water bottle, Mr. Men wallpaper and even a matching Mr. Men bedspread. I had the Mr. Men tapes, which I’m sure my parents must’ve grown thoroughly sick off as I…Continue reading Mr. Men