“Nah, bad shit. Send a picture. Try it but it’ll be the last one.”
“Okay. Let’s leave it for now.”
“You not got a picture?”
“There’s this one that we didn’t do ages ago… But leave it. We’ve done 52. Leave it on 52 for a while.”
“There’s no a while, buddy. This is it — Goodbye — For the photo. Works. One word.”
I actually enjoyed the new Ghostbusters. Let me start with that, but today, even though it’s cold, I’m wearing a running vest. I’m not playing. I hope steam comes off me when I stop because that looks cool. I check my Garmin 630 running watch. I’m roughly on schedule. …
Lazarus Beaumont is wearing his new watch.
It cost him nearly £9000 because it is made of gold in Switzerland and it has diamonds on the numbers. The shop he bought it from had a doorman.
He is watching the presentation but he doesn’t really understand the presentation. He can’t…
Claire stared at the golden lumps.
Japanese mackerel. I mean, it’s gonna be smelly. With the hot oil. But the way her friends had grimaced when they arrived. Claire apologised that the food she was cooking smelled of cooking food.
It was Bob, the paralysed-from-the-waist-down comedian who had actually first…
Craig looked down. Jesus, he was covered but that had been… WOW!
I spunked! He texted. After pressing send he immediately regretted the exclamation mark. Sounded weird. Too excited. Ah well. While his heart began winding down he waited for Amanda to confirm that she too was having a massive…