She speaks as she finds!Where exactly is one supposed to sit whilst one’s wash is in? Also I can’t see any sign of the usual self-absorbed Mother Doom And Gloom who normally presides over these matters whilst sharing yet another tale with a TERRIBLY TRAGIC FINALE
The prompt was surprising, not hotThree guys masturbating next to a skip.
I am always SURPRISED by people buying cups of HOT SWEETCORN on Market Street, Manchester

Not magic though is it. It's just WARMED UP OUT OF THE TINMAGIC corn! I love it![]()

Why is it MAGIC?MAGIC corn! I love it![]()
Not magic though is it. It's just WARMED UP OUT OF THE TINMAGIC corn! I love it![]()


The wobble of the MILLENNIUM BRIDGE would have added an extra FRISSONI did once see someone getting fucked on LONDON BRIDGE. I thought, well, that's a bit fresh. Not even the dignity of a bush. Maybe he wanted a river view![]()
If only it still wobbledThe wobble of the MILLENNIUM BRIDGE would have added an extra FRISSON

I’ve occasionally seen people walking cats on leads, most memorably near Liverpool Street where I also once saw Gilbert and George staggering around but everyone’s seen THEM
They're quite friendly apparently. Apart from the savage, face-shredding bitesI saw a man with a FERRET on a lead in Limehouse.

ALWAYS happening!I thought I once saw an ostrich in Manchester, but it turned out to be a goose stood in front of a bollard.
But was it SEXUAL?I thought I once saw an ostrich in Manchester, but it turned out to be a goose stood in front of a bollard.
We have one of those on Big Tesco carpark.
Market Street really is SOMETHING ELSE. It’s like stepping into another dimension.I am always SURPRISED by people buying cups of HOT SWEETCORN on Market Street, Manchester

Once I was cycling in the heavy rain and a whole roads full of frogs were on the move from a pond I guess, hoping over a suburban street, and car came and squished loads of them and I actually heaved. The sound was harrowing as was the sight of hundreds of frogs exploding.

I was only young, like 11 or something, it was properly traumatic!CHRIST![]()
And more evidence of the higher cost of living down south.
In protest I refuse to wash any of my clothes.
Once in my teens I was returning home and my street was blocked by the police who wouldn't let me pass and said there's a bomb threat at the bank in the corner and I should move back. So I did as they said and then the bomb went off or maybe they did the controlled sort of explosion. Not sure if it counts cause I didn't actually see it since they sent me further back but the boom was very loud and all the car alarms went off, some windows smashed. It was exciting.

