We’ll see about that I didn’t get where I am today without spending hours on end, sitting on my arse, staring out the window. Nor did I get this far by being anything less than a passionate advocate of the … Continue reading My Therapist Reckons I Have a Preoccupation With Vengeance
There’s more than one way to take off a mask Up until a couple of months ago, I was making my way through life as a part-time psych nurse, part-time writer. Odd combination I know, but trust me it works. … Continue reading Cutting Bras in Half to Make Face Masks Will Only Ever Result in You Looking Like a Right Tit
How false allegations can get you in Depp shit.
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A story of sex, drugs and sausage rolls Accordian to rumours some people doubt my ability to open a story with a music-related pun followed by the lyrics of the song ‘Uptown Funk’ all jammed into one opening paragraph. Don’t … Continue reading How Come There’s a Highway to Hell but Only a Stairway to Heaven?
I C U! Rest assured when I say I’m not the kind of writer to wave the world’s worries around willy nilly, nor am I the kind of wordsmith to waste my time with word-play, such shenanigans make no sentence … Continue reading Who’s Been Putting the Panic in Pandemic?
Is this what you get when you cross a joke with a rhetorical question? To those people that accuse me of being a long-haired dirty-footed hippy who’s never more than an arms-length away from a glass of wine, all I … Continue reading About Me — Lee Serpa Azevado
Living with ‘To Rest Syndrome’ I’m not the kind of writer to throw my weights around willy nilly. Do I do gym puns? No weigh! Nor do I believe making jokes about treadmills will get me anywhere. So basically, if … Continue reading How to Be the Ultimate Slacker
Whatever you do, don’t look down, look happy They say if the mountain won’t come to Mohammed, then Mohammed must go to the mountain. But they also say, when Moses came down the mountain, he knew his followers had bad … Continue reading How to Climb the Mountain of Life
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“How are you my lovely?” K lovingly asked as I sat editing my latest story.
“I’m literary exhausted,” I replied.
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