Look at my shoes. Look at my shoes. Oi, you in the Aries top, what’s your problemo son? Look at my fucking shoes. I’m walking around East London and no one is looking at my shoes.
This is my new oven glove. It’s a ‘show’ oven glove. Meaning it’s not actually to be used as an oven glove, but rather it’s to remain on display, on a peg in the kitchen, to ‘show’ visitors we own a fancy oven glove. It’s… Read More
I’m trying not to dress like a fisherman. Which is an odd thing to say. Particularly beneath a picture of me dressed like a fisherman. I have no interest in fishing. The closest I come to piscatorial appreciation is a fish finger sandwich. But then… Read More