Archive: 2002-06-02

I have a small scared dog, physically shivering, and trying desperatly to hide underneath my bed because he is terrified of fireworks, and the Town Council waited until twenty to 11 to let them off. The dog is normally too…

It was a bright and sunny night. No, hang on. It was a dark and stormy summers… nope. Hmm. It was a day. Not a cold, miserable day. Nor a humid, drenched shirts day. No, this was an English bank…