Didn’t We Have a Lovely Time The Day We Went to Bangor – or words to that effect.

I wrote this post on the train coming home last night. When I woke this morning, my better judgement told me not to publish it. But here it is now, nearly bedtime, and as I am in the midst of reading The Picture of Dorian Gray, it seems quite tame in comparison to his wickedness, so … Continue reading Didn’t We Have a Lovely Time The Day We Went to Bangor – or words to that effect.