I don't need a car, a job, a husband, a dog I just need my mum, she says. 24 and staring at the floor Kicking my feet like a wannabe Dorothy Kansas why'd ya leave me sore? 24 and needing a cuddle Brain is just a jumbo muddle Curse you, Mum, for being the best… Continue reading Happy birthday Mum.
They all filter into the classroom like the condensation on my Coke can. Four of them, all older than me, all wiser than me, all infinitely better at life than me. One sells properties to banks (at least, that's what I gauged from his clumsy L1 expressions) and another wears too much eyeliner. Funny, isn't… Continue reading Too many teachers spoil the broth