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.”