Mr. Wiffy

The time was 23:10 on a Saturday night. It was the start of an epic tube journey home from the other side of town. Another passenger boarded the train and proceded to start eating a Magnum. I suddenly remember my friend Meagan and I had bought ice creams that afternoon but totally forgot about them before … Continue reading Mr. Wiffy

Damn you, Murphy.

I must now come to terms with a truth about myself, I am a pathological impulse spender. Ironically so too. I resisted a credit card for the longest possible time knowing that the 'luxury' of free money would be too tempting to resist when those shoes winked at me or when that last round becomes three. Christmas 2012 came … Continue reading Damn you, Murphy.