just me and my trusty umbrella
….well in a cruel twist of fate I find myself on a very very wet Thursday afternoon with no umbrella. Having lost it in a Sinead O'Connor whiskey induced haze on Saturday night, somewhere between a large house in Leam, Eim's car and my own front room.
(no I'm not Eim, she is currently at work having clawed, sweaty hands buy 'value goods' which apparently once involved someone paying with a used plaster. More updates from Eim later)
on another note, the smell of the contents of these
really makes me feel quite sick
another quick poll then – what makes you want to retch and hurl just from a mere sniff???