Sublime

There We Are Then,

slopjockey: the chef.

those who like a potter with a putter.

language is both endlessly regenerative and curiously circular.

‘the new dead-meat market’

‘who have been put on earth with the sole purpose of ruining your personal life’.

flâneur (one who strolls, observes and enjoys),

The trouble with words is you never know whose mouth they’ve been in. Dennis Potter