Christmas Chair

There’s an empty seat at the table this Christmas.

The chair where you sat will remain empty forever. Like the hole that you have left in my heart.

This year you will be missed. Missed like a misplaced jigsaw piece.

Next year you will be missed. And the year after that as well.

I will raise a glass to the stars and to the memories of you.

Your seat at the table will remain vacant forever. Always.


The end is Nigh

What if?

The dead souls of the Egyptians have possessed the people of the UK.

Telling them to accumulate toilet roll.
So that they can return in a mummified fashion.

When the apocalypse occurs there’s going to be people wrapped in toilet paper looking like mummies chasing us instead of zombies.

Just a thought.