The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
it is hopeful
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate