The Hunt

Ready, prepared, weapons in place, the fresh stench of aftershave fills the air, a clean shirt buttoned, wallet checked, protection an annoyance. On the bus, eyes everywhere, bodies chat and vodka laughs, the vehicle vibrates week long sexual energy, the weekend hunt is on. She with the warpaint camouflage, ready with her lures, lurid nails…Continue reading The Hunt

Bits and bobs

AKA stuff that should probably be tweets. The restorative powers of hanging out with a toddler should not be underestimated. Even is she is currently, essentially, a tiny drunk shouty dictator. She is also as cute as a button. Since moving to a flat with a west facing living room window, I seem to have…Continue reading Bits and bobs