Let me start by saying that this post may contain some rude words. I apologise in advance for this, but I’ve downed a few glasses, seen something I didn’t like, thought of something to say, and will probably speak my mind. For those who don’t…
I seem to get some kind of preverse pleasure out of scaring my boss. I’m not too sure why, but on two separate occasions I have enjoyed watching his facial expressions while scaring him than actually doing whatever it is I’m doing that is scaring…
For me, there is little more pleasurable than a large glass of Italy’s finest Chianti (or in this case, Italy’s finest export to the UK) in the twinkling twilight of a candle. The room is peaceful and the flickering glow of the melting wax makes…
