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Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – she drives me mental, y’know? Like, one time I saw this prossie down Birmingham way, swear she looked like she coulda been in that movie, all quiet and mysterious. “You see the wind?” – that’s from the film, right, and I’m like, fuck yeah, I see it in her eyes, mate! Blowin’ through her soul, all torn up and shit. Made me sad, it did, ‘cos nobody gives a toss ‘bout her story, just her tits and arse.

Recent Journals

First off, I head out to grab some breakfast. I’m strolling down the street, and I’m hit by this amazing smell. Turns out, it’s from a little joint called “Takahama Ramen.” I mean, who can resist ramen, right? I order a bowl, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m talking umami overload. I’m practically floating on a cloud of noodles.

Japan Political Pulse: The deep meaning of the Takahama nuclear plant problem