[Morning after Christmas party] Mmm… funny how the bits of blood you pick out of your nose after a night’s drinking look just like the bacon bits from Pizza Hut… I’m sincerely hoping that isn’t just me. Also strange chipping your teeth (think it was on a bottle or something) and then finding yourself cutting your tongue on the newly sharpened dentine… Also strange walking down the street in a lighthouse jacket and dirty skipper’s cap to cries of “hello sailor” and “mein Kapitan”… and the twisted vagaries of space filling

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About GriddleOctopus

There are few harder things in life than introducing yourself, especially in print where mellifluous nuance can turn to indulgent wankery. So. I am definitely a 'writer'. You could also call me an 'artist'. I could probably put the words 'designer' and 'consultant' here too, but they feel crass.