My leathery, tired belly is starting to groan

Hello. I’m more or less back. Time will tell if my antibiotics have worked. Well, time and the unmistakeable stab of sharp burning sensations underneath my ribcage.

I see the police have voted themselves more pies in my absence. I can’t let go of the reins for five minutes, can I? In other not entirely unrelated news I missed Frank Black at the Turf tonight. K. managed to get his autograph, though. Everyone was apparently calling him Charles, but he signed himself Black Francis. Hearing about all these aliases, I can only conclude that the local plod should investigate, now they’ve got it so easy.

This entry was posted in amerika, body, crime, establishment, food, health, person, politics, society. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s