Mr Murray I adore you because you are the bad boy Tom Hanks, it should've been you on that island not him. And my face on that volleyball's skin.

* When your chest feels like a paper weight, it's probably either; a) your chest doing paperwork. or b) the opening of a Rexroth anthology, in a hot steamy bath

I don’t have much time left for explaining things. Dread is starting to creep into my thoughts, and I can’t think straight when I’m fussing over death.

She wanted to tell him that she loved him. She didn't want to tell him that she loved him. She didn't want to have to. She wanted him to tell her. Not that she loved him. She didn't.

It was Christmas Eve and we were gathered, at what we jokingly called our "gentlemen's club".

“I DISTINCTLY HEARD YOU SAY THAT YOU WERE DEAF.” “Yea! I yam! Don’t mean I can’t ear though!”

The two men, strangers, stood at the checkout. They weren’t patient, but had not been queuing for long.