Dish Friday (the return)

It’s been fucking ages since I wrote on these pages and sat in me favourite chip shop. As I peer out the window I watch as the world goes around as though nothing had stopped. It’s a wild revelation that our sovereign nation was shut down for over a year, but to be back inside…

It’s been fucking ages since I wrote on these pages and sat in me favourite chip shop. As I peer out the window I watch as the world goes around as though nothing had stopped.

It’s a wild revelation that our sovereign nation was shut down for over a year, but to be back inside as I chow down on my fish and chips is a thing I hold dear.

I won’t waste your time and continue this rhyme as my dinner is nearly all made. So I’ll sit here with hope (and pray God I can cope) and my dinner will not be delayed.

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Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.

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