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up the curb, right over the path and almost into the wall
for all he knows squishing the children to strawberry
jam?! Having grabbed the small child from the path of
the truck and flung him to safety with one hand my next
reflex was to viciously punch the side of the lorry with
the other. It didn’t really work. I was just left punching at
thin air backed up verbally by my nephew shouting slurs
up the road. "What do I think of your driving? 0800...?" I
think it’s quite an achievement to have managed to move
someone to physical violence against a truck.
12 June 2014
Right, I’ve finally ordered a "proper" phone.....and a new
handbag to carry it in.
13 June 2014
Looking back over my Friday 13th so far and seeing
nothing but a HUGE PILE OF PANTS!
ME: "God! My life! It’s doing it agaaaaain!"
GOD! "Have you tried turning it off and on again?”
13 June 2014
“The artist's job is not to succumb to despair but to find
an antidote for the emptiness of existence.”
13 June 2014
This is a scribble I did in bed last night
with a biro. Under it I wrote "Fore
Harmed is Fore-armed" Don’t know
where this shit comes from sometimes.
Might make a "proper" drawing of
this....
