On a noticeboard in a corner of Holy Trinity Church, Hoxton:
We hereby publish the banns of marriage between Mr Jonatton Yeah? and Ms Amanda DeArmand. If any of you know cause or just impediment why these persons should not be joined together in Holy Matrimony, ye are to declare it. This is for the third time of asking.
I need to be reminded that life isn't all doom and gloom.
I hereby decree this Hallowe'en to be my bloody birthday, alright? Bring presents and booze and cake to the flat, start at six. There'll be much drugs, and music and dancing, and hopefully no death.
Everyone who can see this is invited. Old scores will be over for one night. As long as you
Has anyone seen my Press Pass? I seem to have mis-placed it. I'm sick to the back teeth of going through a ridiculous charade of fake phone calls and hand-kissing with the gormless twat they stick on the door at Place. It was amusing at first but the novelty has worn thin now.
If anyone turns it up, could you hand it in to Sasha at SugaRAPE?