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The Day of the Empty Coathanger
Strong women. Our life in a car. Taz 6.5 years, Sam 19 (going on 6) Michelle (never mention a ladies age) and I (2 years older than Michelle). 4 maxed up suitcases and hand luggage. Behind us, an empty...
The Hangover
There’s nothing like a pint of ‘Wife Beater’, but I think the drink named for how Stella brings out the violent side in men has a new meaning. It is what happens to the male the following morning when...
So long, farewell, (oh, you know the rest of it)
My last day. Usually, when a person leaves work they spend much of their day touring the department, speaking to those they know, saying things like “I’ve loved working here but…” as a sort of ‘I’m getting out but...