Man Is The Only Slave

'Needs must' as they say. Sometimes our needs outweigh the will to alert those around us that they are in fact bumbling incompetents and sometimes they don't, or they do but where there's a will... This month has seen many moments like these and I have finally realised of the many types of slaves one could be, there are two types which are acceptable to me; there are those who will always state how they feel and make their point heard and there are those who will nod and smile sweetly and milk the systems in place around them for all that they can, quietly and unaffected. It's all about which devil you're willing to let behind the reins of the chariots that drag us along these stony roads.

Two Blushing Pilgrims

I’ve been biting my lip an awful lot lately. The skin around the edges has become somewhat dry and cracked, not to mention sore. Fortunately one of my minions scuttled off to the nearest branch of Sainsbury's and bought me a small, but manly, tin of cocoa butter Vaseline… GrrRrrr… But it raises, inside of me, an interesting question; where does my lip end and my face begin?