my friends can write
14 Oct
So, it’s only Tuesday morning (and given that Monday doesn’t count this week because of a bank holiday celebrating European Imperialism), but I’m pretty sure the following literary image is going to be the best thing I’ll read this week:
…went down like a sack of potatoes. Cheap, hungover potatoes. The sort they’d throw out rather than make vodka from.
This particularly evocative bit of wordsmithing is courtesy of Lynn Townsend.
