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Adonis

Romance and Humour
Paul Varjak
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Monday morning. M got up around 10 and not to the best of starts. She shuffled downstairs to discover not a single piece of clean cutlery. Added to that, she noticed that none of her fucktard housemates had had the prescience of mind to get some dishwashing liquid from the supermarket around the corner before the old one ran out. By now they had all ducked out to work and so, yet again, it was up ...

The Comedian

Abstract
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Walking down a crowded street in the biggest city in the world, still somewhat flustered amongst the hustle and bustle. We come here to get lost, or to find ourselves; perhaps even to be found. Like a needle in the proverbial haystack… although it helps that this particular bundle of hay has an eye out for needles. We can reinvent ourselves here and if there’s a soul mate ...

Lola Scene 2: Running Commentary

Humour
Paul Varjak
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I had really hoped the alcohol would help me to stay “in the moment”. As things turned out, however, it simply made for a slightly slower, more obtuse internal monologue. My favourite thing about kissing has got to be getting to know the other person’s mouth; becoming intimate with the contours and outlines of their lips, responding to the movement of their tongue....

Lola

Humour
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Lola wasn't the best kisser. Her approach appeared to be to stick out her tongue, close her eyes and hope for the best. Not that I'm complaining; I'd feel blessed if she saw fit to slobber on me on a regular basis. She was porcelain. And warm and soft and fragrant. It’s a shame I was too pissed to keep the Ben and Jerry's Phish Food off my shirt and the sofa. I have a sneaking suspicion...

Alcohol

Non-Fiction
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“For if we don't find the next whisky bar, I tell you we must die. I tell you we must die.” – Jim Morrison So I meet Nutter at the Student’s Union Bar and he offers to get me a drink. I ask for a Coke and he obliges. I thank him, take a sip and immediately realise something’s missing from it. “Is this a Pepsi?” ...