Cowboy Killer (6th January, 2009, 2.24pm) He strode in like a cold wind blowing through my mind, words slung from his hips like guns, bullets ready for firing; deadly, silver-tongued ones.
Will you listen to me? (Rhetorical Question) (12th Dec 2008, 11.23pm) Can I have your attention, please? Stand up straight, fall to your knees: find your comfortable level