Monthly Archives: January 2009
Waking up gives you cancer
If you believe the paper you’re reading, waking up gives you cancer.
Barbequed food gives you cancer, or God does. Cancer’s in the air, in your mobile phone, in the stuff you clean your oven with. If it’s not mutating those cells then it’s mutating those other ones. It’s patronising you from your box of cigarettes; [...]
The mannequin
My mother’s road is a leafy provincial strip in a dying town.
People have two cars, drink wine with their prozac, subscribe to Sky Sports and still think the internet’s biblical.
It’s slippy when it’s cold and the train station wasn’t earmarked for improvements anyway, so nobody cares that Manchester voted against the conjection charge.
It’s good if [...]
Stockport