Tales from the Emergency Department; in which a man who wallows in nostalgia, and secretly wishes he were a Victorian KnifeMan rants about his work and what passes for a life.
He's heard it might be therapeutic...
Names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Any resemblence to parties alive or dead is purely coincidental
Thursday, April 07, 2011
30 DSC Day 26
26: A Song That You Can Play On An Instrument.
Cupboard is bare again, I'm afraid. Can't play, for toffee.