The pig is a surfboard. I am actually surprised you haven’t heard of it. Fabled, beyond mythical, immortal even. I could say I own it, but does one really own anything? Truth be told, the pig owns me, and the relationship has been bittersweet. A rollercoaster of emotions. Whilst the pig wears its scars on […]
It was the moment I caught my reflection in my stainless-steel growler that I knew it was true. I have no doubt it had been true for a long time – connoisseur, that is what you are or is it self-righteous craft-beer drinking wanker? There is a fine line between the two. As I scanned
Looking down at my shoes, I cannot help but remark at how they feel around my ankles. Grey, knitted, comfortable. Like socks, but shoes. Then I smile and congratulate myself on my ability to tie my laces, even if it is a double knot. Sometimes I wish my foot wasn’t so fat, I much prefer
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Nothing too serious but nothing not serious? I guess I am pretty serious if you ask my mates (I hope I still have those). It’s hard to know where to begin with something like this, putting thoughts to paper (you know what I mean). So I will just free form. No need to get deep
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