Just Another Human Being on an Overcrowded Planet.

Some people are born old. Imagine a little old bearded baby-man!

I always return my shopping trolley to the correct location, I park nicely, and I never clap when my aeroplane lands.

You don't know me but that doesn't seem to worry you. You are far more interested in telling me about yourself.

we never expected it to happen like this, to be this popular.

If you can feel comfortable with not immediately understanding things, it’s easier to stay relaxed, curious, and to enjoy the process.

I feel like I need to shed my skin, like some kind of reptile who's skin is old and withered. I want to feel new and interesting, not old and boring always doing the same things.

I always text someone when I'm gonna take a shower cuz I'm always afraid I'm gonna fall in the shower and die.

Do I surf? I can barely walk across flat ground successfully.

Yesterday I was on the struggle bus.

My ex father-in-law lived there.

This is my Tiramisù recipe that I’ve developed and adapted over the last few years.

(Serves 4) Ingredients. At least 4 strong espresso (to taste). 2 eggs, separated. 25 - 30g caster sugar. 250g tub of mascarpone. Around 10 sponge biscuits. 2 or 3 tbsp of dark rum, brandy etc (optional). Cocoa powder, to dust (or grated chocolate). Method. Make espresso and allow to cool. Seperate the eggs putting the whites and yolks into separate glass bowls. 

Your hands look like they have a character of their own, like your fingers know how to move with precision and sensitivity. They are nicely shaped, they have very pleasing proportions.

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart's core.