Stupid old Ocky banged on about number stations all day long.

My friend Maya loved trying different foods. She never understood why so many people plod through the same meals every week, when such a vast range of exotic ingredients line the shelves of your local supermarket.

We had moved into the house by the cemetery about a year ago.

Chain hotel rooms are the greatest places in the world. If you use them properly.

Dad tried so hard. But his make believe was never good enough.

When drinking was cheaper, Saturday nights meant a mad sea of people crammed into every inch of every major street.

(Apologies to post this here. I know it doesn't really fit the standard content, but I wanted to get some thoughts down about Crowbar, and this is such a supportive group. Someone else must have owned this late era PS1 game).

‘Why has no one been here before?’ I shouted at the dragon.