Monthly Archives: August 2017

Lady fingers

The beautiful pregnant one is my hand twin, we met at a writing group when I first moved to Brighton and she thought I was her x-boyf new girlf (I wasn’t).  That evening we ended up in a pub and we spoke to no one else all night, and as our hands flew around with […]


My ex-flatmate is a medical oxymoron. K has both sunburn and a cold. She is a glowing snivel or a snivelling glow.  She is sitting on the couch like old times and watching  La Femme Nikita and has just said through the jumper and the deep sniffs and the fervent nose blowing ‘it’s reached sexy time.’