Stare Into Space

What are you supposed to say?

Posted on | April 28, 2008 | 3 Comments

My overtired daughter is currently upstairs, wailing that she ‘wants to be a real fairy’.

Bloody kids.

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Gerry Hayes

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and deride my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.

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