Tales from the Emergency Department; in which a man who wallows in nostalgia, and secretly wishes he were a Victorian KnifeMan rants about his work and what passes for a life.
He's heard it might be therapeutic...
Names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Any resemblence to parties alive or dead is purely coincidental
Sunday, February 01, 2009
Death By Duck
Lessons we learned this weekend:
A night that begins with red wine, moves to good scotch and finishes with curry and lager may result in good times, but does not make for a clear head.
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