Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative

He was dancing mindlessly at the side of the stage. His plastic nose and can of beer. I heard him shout three things to the audience in provocation.

I have a camera, drink tea and trip on untied shoes laces. View all posts by John Kerridge

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