One night at a festival this summer I saw a tennis ball on the ground. Drunk, decided to boot it as far as I could – turned out it was covering the protruding end of a pole anchor in the ground.
Still got a bruised section of my big toenail three months down the line
October 31, 2025 at 2:18 PM
One night at a festival this summer I saw a tennis ball on the ground. Drunk, decided to boot it as far as I could – turned out it was covering the protruding end of a pole anchor in the ground.
Still got a bruised section of my big toenail three months down the line
Lad at my school made two grave mistakes. The first: he bookmarked a porn site on his family computer but renamed the bookmark to “Capital FM”, which his mum clicked on. The second, fatal: he told people at school, which led to “Capital FM” being his nickname and me recounting this 15 years later
October 7, 2025 at 9:41 PM
Lad at my school made two grave mistakes. The first: he bookmarked a porn site on his family computer but renamed the bookmark to “Capital FM”, which his mum clicked on. The second, fatal: he told people at school, which led to “Capital FM” being his nickname and me recounting this 15 years later
I’ve just gone back and done some recent ones and not got above 8 – going along fine and then there’s some regional American thing that’s basically ungettable
September 26, 2025 at 11:26 AM
I’ve just gone back and done some recent ones and not got above 8 – going along fine and then there’s some regional American thing that’s basically ungettable
The caesura into “Sonst” is a big sonnet move, but the stumbling-over-itself rhyme scheme of the tercets and the short last sentence obscure its sonnetry
September 5, 2025 at 6:38 PM
The caesura into “Sonst” is a big sonnet move, but the stumbling-over-itself rhyme scheme of the tercets and the short last sentence obscure its sonnetry