I’m intolerant of arseholes. I used to be one of them but I’ve changed, or I’m changing, or I’m trying really hard to not be an arsehole anymore. So when I see someone being an arsehole I can’t help but prickle at it. Maybe it’s because I ¬†want to be an arsehole still, really, but … More Arseholes


Sometimes I have a little wobble. Today was one of those days. She crept up on my notice via a mutual friend and suddenly filled my thoughts. I caught my breath and felt that familiar tormented yearning for her touch. It hits me hard sometimes and it takes me a moment or so to recover. … More Wobble