Ffooks mums got one fucking bosom! This assertive oddity, surly odd ditty, this ode to an odd titty, with its grammatical shortcomings, is rendered in white chalk on the door of the third cubicle in the boys’ lavatory. It appeared among the bristling graffiti galaxy the first week of January and will serve as good … Continue reading The Satellites & The Major Planets.
It was suggested recently that we could start to wear a tee shirt with the shop name on it. The thought gave me chills. It would, no doubt, be some black polo shirt affair & could, it was suggested, bear our names on it, too. Oh, dear! My face curled. I'm quite an easygoing and … Continue reading Suit & Tie Johns.