The Day After Christmas

It is the day after Christmas and I’m in a bit of a weird mood. I suspect one of two things: My spleen has secreted excess humour – a black bile if you will – that has brought on a bout of melancholia. I’m getting fed up with the Christmas experience of staying at my […]

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.