One of those rare days when the imposter briefly fucks off and leaves a fleeting feeling that I might actually be good at this
Tom
Your Mum shouts at biscuits
Todays plod with the hot blonde
An odd feeling is that the length of time almost makes you feel like an imposter in your own alcoholism, almost.
Observing this time of year shining a spot light on the issues surrounding it for so many people and feeling strangely unqualified to comment
