Saturday, 11 October 2008

Meal for deux


Chomp and chew and etcetera. He drank the whisky and she walked on by. He could see the chemicals billowing from the deathly industrial estate of his imagination. Mrs Pugh scowled across the table as Mr Pugh nervously tucked into the eternal cold, grey cottage pie.

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