Category Archives: Freaky Shit

A Bolt from the Blue

The other day, I received a rather surprising Facebook inbox message. It was from Mr P’s ex-girlfriend, who I’ve told you about before. I was perturbed somewhat to see her name peeking from my inbox but, with Mr P sitting … Continue reading

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Something I Thought I’d Never Say

My good friend, Mrs M, came for a flying visit a couple of weeks ago. We had a great time reminiscing¬†about meeting on Monday evenings after school for beer, or lime and soda¬†if we were skint, and chatting away about … Continue reading

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An Intriguing Case for Consideration

Mr P has been working in Paris all summer. The other evening, he called me, sounding slightly perturbed. He had been in a bar when a man had come in, made a beeline for him and said: “Something is going … Continue reading

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