Here the blog begins.
A little like this
Disjointed.
1. My friend Helen was the best punchline rememberer of them all. All the best jokes died with her. 2. Actually, there is no number 2.
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Too many months have passed without self-indulgent writing, with no wordy rambling save skinny scratchings in a work-related notebook and the occasional sentence plugged into my phone’s orangey notes. Someone has left a whole watermelon on my doorstep. The eyes have been scratched out of a massive poster of Wil Anderson up the […]