My Dad doesn’t read this blog. But if he did I reckon he’d be, at turns, disappointed, proud, amused, wondering what the hell I really do with my life and grabbing himself a dram. Cheers Dad. You da best.
I like gin, mittens and otters, not necessarily in that order. Here's some stuff I felt like writing down when I'm not chained to a desk writing other things for a living. Please use caution when using this site; there may be sweary words, cute animals and general bullshit. Don't say I didn't fucking warn you.