
I've got a ginger dwarf coming for tea. It isn't you. HA!
( , Tue 14 Jun 2011, 12:03, archived)

We'll deffo come to yours for tea one day. Make us something brilliant.
( , Tue 14 Jun 2011, 12:16, archived)

And here I sit, my imploring eyes, damp through broken dreams, flickering like dying candles behind the net curtains of disappointment. Waiting, wishing that the next taxi that turns off Brook Street would have you in it. But you're NEVER THERE!
( , Tue 14 Jun 2011, 12:22, archived)