Brat summer is a distant memory, its battleaxe winter: season of boilers, dragons & fearsome maiden aunts.
Get in girls, we’re wearing our most moth eaten fur coats & rocking up in a fug of Embassy & Yardley with a box of York Fruits & a bottle of Harvey’s Bristol Cream & shit’s about to get real
Get in girls, we’re wearing our most moth eaten fur coats & rocking up in a fug of Embassy & Yardley with a box of York Fruits & a bottle of Harvey’s Bristol Cream & shit’s about to get real
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https://youtu.be/HUQeZuKIs_8?si=e515WSbXO-ZfIROW
(*theoretically, probably too sweet if they are still around)
I could fair go a snowball now, mind you…
Kids these days don’t know they’re born
https://player.bfi.org.uk/free/film/watch-life-and-music-of-black-anna-1973-online
Last Christmas one such elder in my life lit some fireworks with a pair of her old pants soaked in paraffin & then got so boxed she thanked me for washing up the next day when she’d actually done it herself
I probs shd be keeping this under wraps but my new book ends with the coining of the word: grandmanarchism.
https://theanarchistlibrary.org/library/ursula-k-le-guin-the-day-before-the-revolution
She just never didn’t have a tab on & your eyes practically started stinging when you turned the corner onto her road