COLD LASAGNE HATE MYSELF 1999
Looking around my bedroom now I’m counting four deodorants. Only one of them contains anything but I don’t know which one. I don’t know why I’m not throwing deodorants away once I’ve finished using them. They’re all roll on though so that makes me feel a bit like a grown up at least. Anyway, on top of this palaver, I’ve got to write another show and while this deodorant thing makes for a novel blurb it’s certainly not making it in. But it should give you an idea of where I was at when writing said show so you can probably expect a similar tone. I decided on the title when I was drunk.