Past F*ck Ups

So, it is Friday night, which after 41 years, I am now realising is not the Holy Grail of the week, however I am sat in my usual organised chaos wrapping up some orders whilst some shit is on the box in the corner & I am feeling content. Content is the bitch I have… Continue reading Past F*ck Ups


Dreams sound so lovely don’t they? Even the word ‘dream’ sounds, well, dreamy. We use it to describe all things, dreamy; that chocolate pudding, an ideilyc location, Troy at the local Asda. You get the picture. Dreams are warped little shits in all honesty. Never in my life have I had a ‘lovely dream’. They… Continue reading DreamsĀ