Whatever comes to mind before I alter it with the overpaint of time. Mostly satire, poetry and fiction but occasional unreliable fact, as all facts seems to be today. From deepest Notting Hill. London.
Thursday, 27 May 2010
Feminism
Spent the evening in the pub talking about feminism and I didn't get bored once.
Her eyes glazed over once or twice but I revived her with obsequience and cider.
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