A British​ loyalty

"Come on Sarah, we're at a party..." "So?" I ask my friend. "Everyone is drinking..." "As am I." "You know what I mean,"  she sighed in exasperation. "No, I'm consuming liquid so surely I am also 'drinking'." "It's a party for goodness sake! Have some wine or a vodka and lemonade not... that," she finished with... Continue Reading →


The monster who puts the milk in first

You! Yes... I'm talking to you. You know who you are, sitting there with your half brewed cup of steaming milk, the greyish white colour blending into some sickly twisted horror movie. "I'll make this round," you said. "Two sugars?" You asked. If only I had known, realised the horror that was to commence then... Continue Reading →

British manners

Sally's anger was close to being unmoored. It sizzled her blood, dark blush tainting her skin. How could she do this to her? What type of disrespectful, inhumane, human being would do this - "So, how's work going?" Joy asked. "Not bad," she managed to squeak through her lips. She couldn't even look Joy in... Continue Reading →

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