Things

John King. Mass Effect 3. John le Carre.
That last-half-a-pint-should-stop-tip-of-the-tongue-numb-nope-got-it-chug-it-love-it-hate-it-keep-calm-and-stagger-on-nothing-wrong-drop-the-act-fact-is-you're-pissed-and-done.
Mock the Week. Marmite. Turkish Delight. Kate Bush.
Mate, lover, buddy, son, sweetie, boyo, brother.
Xbox 360. Final Fantasy. Leather, braces, Doccy Ms, Maccy D's, Jezza K, white privilage, racist Disney films, feminist things.
Did a dissertation in 4 days in a vodka pisshead haze. Sugar Rush at 3 o'clock, 9000 words counting and I can't stop because it's in at 12 and the drink will sort it, flowcharts and referencing and don't know what I'm doing, but this is goodbye to the little black dot collapsing out into a black hole that arrived here in York and is now a ghost child on platform 5 that I will love and leave behind. Long days.



My ex-girlfriend's pet name was what I used to call my dog before. And now I can't anymore.


Bye.