September 17 2012, Spindle Magazine
Noah’s Arc trundles past, narrowly avoiding a collision with a man not in an animal onesie. Two by two, looks of withering contempt are aimed his way.
“When I say hash tag, you say prick. Hash tag.”
“Prick!”
“Hash tag!”
“PRICK.”
Hang up the waterproofs, herald the joys of indoor plumbing and find another excuse to start drinking at 10 in the morning (‘Tuesday’ is a popular one with us); it …read more