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Oh my god you guys I have no idea what I have done here. Also I know nothing about writing children, especially British ones, and all historical inaccuracies are my fault. (I wanted Gene's dad to be a draft-dodger, but I'm not sure how terribly feasible that would've been by 1944.)
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#339 - What’s your favourite sport?
“Where’re you lot going?” Alex asks as Gene, Ray, and Chris slip out of CID one Saturday afternoon. Her hands are on her hips, and she’s got that pursed-lips look like someone’s shoved an extra couple of sticks up her arse. “Don’t tell me it’s football again. I thought we discussed work being more important than ( Read more... ) -
theatrical_muse #322
"The problem, of course, was that people did not seem to understand the difference between right and wrong. They needed to be reminded about this, because if you left it to them to work it out themselves, they would never bother. They would just find what was best for them, and then they would call that the right thing. That's how most people ( Read more... ) -
theatrical_muse #318 - what does your future look like?
April 1990Ten bloody years in London is more than enough for anybody. It hurts a little, coming back to Manchester, but the pain is dulled by time - time and the application of far too much alcohol, as always. (The doctors have told him that he needs to stop drinking, but old habits are hard to break, especially when you have no intention of ever ( Read more... )