“I once found myself marooned in Hackney Wick. Outside the Tube station, a free verse poem about Palestine insults a helpless brick wall. Seeking refuge in a warehouse-style pub, a green-haired sylph ignored my order. “You should try this one from Queer Brewing.” Yes, it was gluten-free. Across the chilly, steel expanse, beached on a deliberately distressed table of scaffolding poles and boards, sat a forty-something hipster in Dickies overalls. He suggested his girlfriend’s ‘bad vibe’ was due to ‘mercury in retrograde”
I mean, what additional evidence do we need? Thank you, Christopher. Your writing is such a pleasure to read.
On a personal note, I was truly flat chested up till I hit menopause. 36A. No bra required. Now I have these annoying 36Bs that are always in the way. And I never sought special help to *achieve* them thru Wishful thinking,
“….Wellness Officers patrol the desolate streets, swinging ethically sourced wooden clubs over the heads of climate deniers and those guilty of ‘not reading the vibes.’ “. To say I laughed immoderately at this would be an understatement. Brilliant.
Yes, now gaze around the interior of your box and I want you to see Italian marble instead of cardboard… do you see it? Good. Thank you depth perception for seeing it go all the way to a nice wall painted in sage green…
I think you are right, he deserves all our votes! hahaha
You really are the current Dickens.
“I once found myself marooned in Hackney Wick. Outside the Tube station, a free verse poem about Palestine insults a helpless brick wall. Seeking refuge in a warehouse-style pub, a green-haired sylph ignored my order. “You should try this one from Queer Brewing.” Yes, it was gluten-free. Across the chilly, steel expanse, beached on a deliberately distressed table of scaffolding poles and boards, sat a forty-something hipster in Dickies overalls. He suggested his girlfriend’s ‘bad vibe’ was due to ‘mercury in retrograde”
I mean, what additional evidence do we need? Thank you, Christopher. Your writing is such a pleasure to read.
On a personal note, I was truly flat chested up till I hit menopause. 36A. No bra required. Now I have these annoying 36Bs that are always in the way. And I never sought special help to *achieve* them thru Wishful thinking,
“….Wellness Officers patrol the desolate streets, swinging ethically sourced wooden clubs over the heads of climate deniers and those guilty of ‘not reading the vibes.’ “. To say I laughed immoderately at this would be an understatement. Brilliant.
Her milkshakes bring all the boys to the yard... subsidized by the taxes of the people and the Greens!
Think of it, assembly lines...
It would give Hobart a run for the money.
Yes, now gaze around the interior of your box and I want you to see Italian marble instead of cardboard… do you see it? Good. Thank you depth perception for seeing it go all the way to a nice wall painted in sage green…
I think you are right, he deserves all our votes! hahaha
Funniest thing I’ve read in weeks!