An outake of a novel I’m writing. The guy is simply getting on a bus, how hard can that be?
Without the annoying code.

The time I ended up in a Pat Pong sex club. Accidently of course.

Possibly libelous third party story sourced from an unreliable dope dealer involving someone famous and some monkey business.

Autobiographical piece of fiction of what sort of happened but didn’t really for legal reasons. Set in Devon in the mid nineteen eighties.

  Alright I confess, I do work out sometimes. I had no choice you know - you see, one day I was sitting down, I had grown a belly from lots of beer drinking and while trying to reach my shoelace to tie my shoes, I um - woke up an hour later slumped over my leg not knowing where I was with 2 pieces…

Drunken ramblings committed under the influence of Saigon beer in the hot sun.

A buddy of mine calls me up and says, "Dude! -  I just got free tickets to a concert through my phone service provider today, you wanna come with!" Now he has been a friend for years and I have not seen him in a while. I learnt how to surf with the guy, I have had loads of crazy parties with him, tons…