01-07-2016, 11:34 PM
Summer. Winter's for Christmas.
Dirty bar, smoky atmosphere, sat on a stool at the bar with a Jack Daniels on the rocks, catching the eye of a stubble-y, tall, dark, handsome stranger, OR in the supermarket, loads of people moaning about price increases, you reach over for the last banana at the same time as an awkward-yet-lovable-looking stranger in a nice coat?
Dirty bar, smoky atmosphere, sat on a stool at the bar with a Jack Daniels on the rocks, catching the eye of a stubble-y, tall, dark, handsome stranger, OR in the supermarket, loads of people moaning about price increases, you reach over for the last banana at the same time as an awkward-yet-lovable-looking stranger in a nice coat?
Gossip is the Devil’s telephone; best just to hang up.