This will be the story of ‘When Cornwall Met London.’ It’s kinda like ‘When Harry Met Sally’, though far less romantic but with more fake orgasms.
These words are first and foremost for my own enjoyment, a vain attempt to capture some of the thoughts and happenings that make me smile, smirk and swear in anger at the ways of the world. I hope that they are entertaining, and may well enlighten your life enough to make you tell a friend or come back at some time. If they don’t, to be honest I don’t really care.
Please tell me when you agree. Please tell me when you disagree. Please tell me when you like something. Please tell me when something on the screen makes you so angry or disgusted that you’d like to take my face and thrust it into a blender.
Thanks and bye.