Because I would prefer to line HMRC’s pockets buying Italian food rather than American candy and Froot Loops.
God knows why they call it a tavern.
Why we (I) love Starbucks.
“Cultivated in the shadow of a three-thousand metre pile of B.S.”
The Coke side of life.
Lamenting the end of A’bunadh.
The Mayor a whimsical entrance, experience, and exit. Consistently rambunctious, and bloody fantastic.