(i) am not dead
The Straw Men, Michael Marshall (Smith).
Only he could freak me out at four on a Sunday afternoon, walking back from Ashfield Station, realising that I am after all a small girl in glasses with a heavy bag, plugged into a discman. Only he could chill me in broad daylight. Well, him and Andrew Taylor.
Which reminds me. Cos subtlety is my middle name, the dri wish list has been updated because I have a verrah cool best friend who knows exactly what will shut up my whingeing.
And nothing rounds off an excellent weekend better than a nice long dinner/wander/talk with Z.
Michael Marshall ... *shudders*
*vanishes between pages*
Only he could freak me out at four on a Sunday afternoon, walking back from Ashfield Station, realising that I am after all a small girl in glasses with a heavy bag, plugged into a discman. Only he could chill me in broad daylight. Well, him and Andrew Taylor.
Which reminds me. Cos subtlety is my middle name, the dri wish list has been updated because I have a verrah cool best friend who knows exactly what will shut up my whingeing.
And nothing rounds off an excellent weekend better than a nice long dinner/wander/talk with Z.
Michael Marshall ... *shudders*
*vanishes between pages*