Once more into the breech, dear friends!

Ah, Wuccans! How to build a bridge across the vast butt-crack of time; to create a proverbial g-string so that we may traverse what has passed and is past with words, wucs and euphemisms? To appropriately update you on what the fuck I’ve been up to while my blog grew hair and mould in theContinue reading “Once more into the breech, dear friends!”

the wuc bytes – the switch

I’m feeling particularly bipolar, just thought you should know. Today, I subsist on the upward swell of a wayward zephyr – with spring poking its salty nose out, sniffing the air like a groundhog, deciding whether it’ll grant me my yenned renaissance. Yesterday, winter was in full force, wedging my emotional undies right up intoContinue reading “the wuc bytes – the switch”

Follow me or perish, sweater monkeys.

Random thoughts which peppered my head today: I dreamt that Stephen Fry asked me to live with him, to make pale British love and give heterosexuality a red-hot go. It was a confusing time. For both of us, baby. Why were the seventies so goddamn brown? Anyone? I once had some dude travel an hourContinue reading “Follow me or perish, sweater monkeys.”

the wuc bytes – burglar

Note to self: do not drop a dry-roasted soy bean down your cleavage. Especially when your boss is sitting be-side you. Like a pinball boomeranging between two goal posts (mounds de mammilla), it paused above the cleave and then dove forth, with the intrepid spirit of an Olympic diver. And as I sat there in soyContinue reading “the wuc bytes – burglar”

the wuc bytes – high anxiety

I love this movie like the most dogeared page of a well-travelled passport. It remains one of my favourite holidays. A place my parents took me as a kid, intrinsically tied to my rapscallion youth and favourite laughs with my sibs. A place we’d revisit time and again, in person or phrenic photo, quoting theContinue reading “the wuc bytes – high anxiety”