Its packing the clothes that gets me…

I’ve packed lots of other stuff without a second thought – books, papers, CD’s, ornaments… but somehow my clothes seem different. Maybe its because, picking up the first batch of folded clothes on the bed I notice the bag I am about to put them into says ‘TO TAKE’, from when I labelled it for leaving Leeds. Then it hits me – the sadness – … Continue reading Its packing the clothes that gets me…

Turns out I’ll go to quite some lengths for a hook up…! (Censored)

When I was in Ghana in 2000 volunteering, I shaved my legs with a shit razor and sliced some skin off the delicate part just above my left ankle. Yup – OUCH! That fucker bled like crazy. Since then a long time has passed (you do the maths) but I somehow managed to reopen this wound on the exact same spot by…you guessed it! Using … Continue reading Turns out I’ll go to quite some lengths for a hook up…! (Censored)