A letter to: My closeted self
To myself, but hollow,
It was a wild ride getting to the place we’re at right now. You spent the first seventeen years of your...
Letter To: That Library Twat
Besides tapping, you also make a vast array of other noises, that never fail to amaze (annoy) me.
Letter To: My Estate Agent
When it comes to estate agents, it's a love-hate relationship, without the love.
Letter to: My Porters
It's time to show some appreciation for these all-seeing guardians of our colleges