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Rust bucket

When I sold my old Golf to a breaker for fifty quid, we met at a junction in the middle of nowhere, and he drove it away illegally through the narrow Welsh backroads. It all felt terribly sudden. I got a message half an hour later saying ‘I have no idea why but I absolutely… Read More »Rust bucket

The Next Source

My friends organised a virtual murder mystery party the other night, and I was assigned a flamboyant celebrity character to embody for the night. And, not long into the night, I thought, yes, I’ve missed this. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about certain aspects of myself that I have disowned over the years. One… Read More »The Next Source