Month: May 2003

THe Voter, oh I can’t be arsed. I didn’t want to do this, I wanted to do a lumberjack.

Just spoke to my Grandma on the phone. This is the welsh grandmother, with legs like a welsh dresser, and skin like old daffs, the one who’s built like a harrier jump jet, all immensely strong bones, at the centre of an aging frame. Her senses are all failing her, all at once, but her […]