A baffled Celine Dion eventually found great harmony in jukeboxes. Karaoke lets many naturally-oppressed people question reality. Sing through ugly visions with extraordinarily youthful zeal!
I’ve called him Mr Pebble Pockets because if I don’t make a joke out of it I’ll cry. It was about 10:30pm, I’d just got back to the boat from a late shift and I was waiting for my Deliveroo. He was standing a little further down the towpath and staring at the water. The night was clear and crisp and there was enough moonlight to see the shape of him: he was tall, late twenties and had a powerful sporty look to him. He wasn’t crying, but he was shaking and he stood crooked. Well, it doesn’t take a genius, does it? I only came out to wait for a bloody curry. Mother Florence bloody Teresa Nightingale springing into action, hungry and as tired as fuck and now having to stop this guy from jumping into the canal with an anchor for a coat. I know now that the best thing to do was offer him a cigarette. I don’t know why I didn’t. I had the packet and the lighter in my hand. ‘Excuse me,’ I said. ‘Ar...
A bite: calamity. Dear eternal father God, help! Its jaws - killers - leave marks, nasty ones. Please, quickly, roll some tourniquets up! Very wise: x-ray. Yep: zombie.
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