How to be BFFs

This blog is going to be all sickly sweet so I’m warning you now. That’s typical me. I never warn you when I’m talking about sex, or swearing my head off or inspiring a story of bloody murder, but if I’m about to get seriously heartfelt and mushy, you get a warning.

Good Weird, or Bad Weird

At last, I’m sat at home with my computer, a drink and episodes of Ash vs The Evil Dead. It’s been the kind of week that only a comic bath load of blood can wash me clean of. Essays, far too many essays and they are much scarier than any undead. Okay, not quite as scary as…