cutlerydog

Drinking Tanqueray and tonic with a squeeze of homegrown organic lime and a sprig of mint from the herb garden out of a 1950s jamjar, probably cost $50 from an insufferably pretentious innercity wankbar but unfortunately I'm stuck at home slackjawed, drooling and glassy eyed bingeing on Netflix dregs because Ive been blootered up the poochute by my speculative cryptocurrency shenanigans. Thinking about setting up an interweb charity page for concerned Somalis, Rohingyas and North Korean peasants to flick me a few shekels so they too can feel like they're really making a meaningful difference to the world.