Fishing in the Rivers of Life

Tag: Swearing

  • The Steak Pie of Labour’s Lost

    A Gravy-Stained Time Machine It must have been a strange sight: a large, portly gentleman in a checked linen Borsalino, sitting on the passenger side of a beaten-up left-hand drive Rav4. Well past his prime, just like the car. Its blue-green paintwork was as faded as his hair and patchy, like his memory. His eyes…

  • Have a Nice Day

    Why on earth is AI so fucking optimistic? Come on, you must have noticed. It’s worse than living in small-town America, what with its never-ending round of cheery “have a nice day” and “there you go, Darlin” after every fucking dreary completed task. For Christ’s sake, I’m not ordering doughnuts. I fucking hate it. And…