Sooty and the crew. Where are they now?

Beak or lips? Who knows? Probably someone but not me. Either way they’re adept at using those things that help you get lids off jars. You know the ones. Your Gran probably has one somewhere,

Should turtles be the definitive yardstick of beauty? I think so.

Sometimes the voices come in the morning and try to convince me they made breakfast.

They come to me at night. Constantly shouting about stuff I care little for. Why won’t they leave me alone?

Back in the good old days when footy was good.