Tag Archives: Gemma Hart Ingalls
If You Weren’t Licked, Maybe You Weren’t Worth Licking.
We are haunted by the clarion call for a post-mortem of last Thursday night’s Bell End happening. Haunted as in the song of the same name. Y’know, Sinead O’Connor soars over the first verse as if she was the Angel … Continue reading
Shaag In the Kitchen, Dildar in the Hall: St Sanjay Patel Averts his Gaze
Were you there? See, it’s difficult to remember. Andrea’s concord grape and juniper jam gin Molotovs, they sneak up on you from behind like a dirty uncle. Before you have time to understand, their fingers are under your elastic and … Continue reading