Well here in down town Birmingham it is raining cats and dogs, a bit chilly on the exposed parts of the anatomy, and the Autumn leaves are gathering en-masse like decaying small failed X factor participants pleading for sanctuary in my pleasantly warm abode.
So, assuming these are the good and bad in society, who would I let in to warm their chilled bones and feed with a banquet of buttered toast… and who would I leave to freeze?
Categories: Trash Talk | Author: Frank J. Wilson | Leave a comment