I never realised that the extra pixels of high definition could make such a big difference. Call me sentimental, but I kind of liked the bleary picture of my shabby telly. continue reading
Tag: sex
A sonorous tryst
Forgive my verdant embouchure, timidly practised in dark alleys, and guide my fingers through respite in somewhat hurried pizzicato. There is no shame in apposition set off by commas, casually, continue reading
hidden pilcrow 