I've written a book about a young girl who takes drugs and encounters all kinds of strange creatures talking in almost incomprehensible dialect. It ends up with her getting pregnant and becoming a single mother, living on a shitty estate and surviving off benefits.
Extreme air show viewing this bank holiday weekend at Clacton. Full energy maneuvers of all vintage jets have been given the go-ahead by the authorities as it all happens over the sea. You can hire boats to watch it!
I was asked by the Magistrate who I wanted as my Probation Officer upon release from prison, and I told him my wife would do, "why do you want your wife as your Probation Officer" and I told him she has never let me complete a fucking sentence yet!