Deliciously Bad - Writer of Stuff: Deliciously Bad Gets Ranty. I have a problem.
The problem is I am angry. Really really angry, and I'm trying to write. I don't like writing when I'm angry because I find a lot of points get missed and lost and I get a bit shouty and sweary which, in turn, makes me look like a petulant child who hasn't got her own way So I might just put down a few points now before I forget and then, come back to it all a bit later when I am feeling a bit calmer. Okay. December 2011. During a most welcome and lovely visit to my home town, MrA and I stumbled upon a quaint little antique store, where, quite unexpectedly, we were able to acquire some particularly intriguing items.
These treasures of antiquity were my ever-incorrigible partner's discovery. At the time, we were shopping with family members, so a certain (aka HIGH) level of discretion was required. I was innocently gazing at some lovely brass figurines near the front of the store when he came up and whispered in my ear, "Go to the back, turn left, walk down to the end of the hall, and see what you find hanging from the B--- sign. " Immediately I knew it couldn't be anything good. Hanging? The Pervocracy. Nawa Chou - My Journey Through Japanese Rope. Nola Problems. NeverSeconds. A Year Without Clothes.