20th September 2012
Link reblogged from Quinns' Blog with 10 notes
Two men. Sat at the kitchen table above two laptops. Not typing. Not sipping at two pallid cups of tea.
A silence forms, brittle and sickening as brighton rock.
Brendan speaks. ”I wish I could just get skull-duggery drunk.”
It is 1pm. Tonight is his nightshift, down in The Guardian’s…
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