They Were On The Side Of The

It Was An Overcast Late November Morning, The Grass Splintered By Hoarfrost, And Winter Grinning Through The Gaps In The Clouds Like A Bad Clown Peering Through The Curtains Before The Show Begins.

He Had Quite Liked The Dwarfs. He Often Had No Idea What They Were Talking About, But For A Group Of Homicidal, Class-obsessed Small People, They Were Really Rather Good Fun.

Each Man Dreams His Own Heaven.

I'd Been Hurt, And In Response I Had Acted Violently, Destroying A Little Of Myself Each Time I Did So.

Why Is There Always One Bloke In These Boy Bands Who Looks Like He Came To Fix The Boiler And Somehow Got Bullied Into Joining The Group?