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
Monday, March 21, 2011
30 DSC Day 9
9: A Song You Can Dance To.
Well... I can't dance, not even for toffee, but I would HAVE to dance to this. Some of you will know why.
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