the button
out on the kocker
I actually feel quite dirty for reading it, which is some small consolation, I suppose.
I actually feel quite dirty for reading it, which is some small consolation, I suppose.
Maybe the aliens will get the consultants in too, so you'll be well placed to cope with the new way of things
Ah, but Hangover square is great for its capturing of gin palace daytime drunk, and 30W-lightbulb hotel noises. Slaves of Solitude does maybe edge it for containing the most brilliantly realised unbearable character - Mr Thwaites. Gorse I ain't so sold on, despite moments, and excellent Brighton and Reading shabbiness. Still, essential, for a particular kind of claustrophobic desperation. I can see the mass-produced stained glass around the draughty door and smell the mildewy social limits.
I'm taking advantage of getting the bus to work this week and finally reading The Road. It's brilliant, I'm completely gripped and was so annoyed when we reached my stop this evening.
That's taken you more than a YEAR
That's taken you more than a YEAR
easy tiger
He bought it for my birthday last year.
*assures Roadie she's not stalking him*Christopher Nye, Maximum Diner: Making it Big in Uckfield
I've been meaning to read this for ages since it's said to be very funny. So far it is, and having lived in Uckfield bits of it are amusingly familiar too. I wonder if my brother will get a - anonymised - mention, since he was the Maximum Diner's delivery driver for a while...
*assures Roadie she's not stalking him*
I have that too There's a photo of someone I know in the book as he was a cook there. I would say chef but this is the Maximum Diner we're talking about!
Those booths were bloody tight to get into though and even worse with a belly full of hashI must admit, I used to like the Maximum Diner. It had a lot more character than most places in Uckfield and the food was usually pretty good too.