a brit reviews theatre

a brit reviews: metamorphosis (frantic assembly) 11/2023

⭐️ / 5

As a huge fan of physical theatre and the expressionist movement, I was looking forward to the newest production by Frantic Assembly. Thus, I recently inclined myself to attend a production of their adaptation of Kafka’s classic ‘Metamorphosis’, and boy was I disappointed.

For me, this play completely abandoned the beating heart of the original, leaving it a terminal mess of meaningless physical sequences and scenes that chased themselves around attempting to ‘be deep’.

Some notable examples include:

1) A complete inability to suspend disbelief on the transformation of man to bug due to the absolute ridiculousness of the movements the hapless director gave to the lead.

2) An incestous relationship between the sister and the bug which is immediately forgotten in favour of more random physical movement.

3) Absolutely no resolution in characters or in relationships. No meaningful emotional journey for any character.

4) Long, rambling, boring monologues from both the Mother and Father, clearly added simply to A) increase the running time and B) give the actors a larger role (pertaining to the fact neither had many lines at all aside from these monologues).

I would write more, but I cannot bring myself to list all of the issues as I would be writing for pages and pages, and we’d all be as bored as I was whilst watching this mess.

However, credit where credit is due in terms of interesting lighting in moments. One of the only moments I enjoyed throughout the show was when Gregor was swinging about the stage on a swing centre stage and between blackouts, he shone a torch into the audience. I am always up for fun lighting choices such as that so it was a mildly enjoyable moment.

All I have to say about this is that I am truly confused as to when the quality of Frantic Assembly deteriorated so dramatically. Seems only yesterday we were enjoying the absolute pleasure that is ‘The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime’.

I guess what I mean is, we want a little more Curious, and much less Metamorphosis.

fandoms you can never escape p.1

Howdy folks, AB here. I know I haven’t posted for what seems like ever, because my procrastination skills are truly admirable, but lately I have been not motivated to do anything because we’re all gonna die from corona anyway. But now I am! Also, this is the first time I’ve posted before 10:30pm, I’m pretty sure.

So, because I’ve had nothing to do in quarantine except annoy my sister and even that got boring after a while, I started to reread some of my old favourite book series because some of them I still read fanfiction for, despite not having read them for 2, 3 years.

This is something I call the ‘fandom effect’ because there are some fandoms that once you’re in, you’re in. Examples: PJO (and resulting series), Miraculous Ladybug, Criminal Minds (entirely for Spencer Reid), Grey’s Anatomy, IT (Reddie forever) and so on and so forth.

I’m not entirely sure how this comes about, but there comes a time when you would rather read fanfiction about it than actually watch/read it. Case in point: Grey’s Anatomy.

The fact that I still read PJO fanfiction despite not having been properly into the series since ’16 is a testament to how amazing the characters are and the different storylines they all have and I think you can often tell the overall greatness of a book series, movie franchise or TV show based on the look of the fandom five or ten years on from the actual release.

Also how weird is it that a French cartoon for children has a bigger fanbase than a huge book series like the Hunger Games? It is really good, especially the fandom, I guess.

Amazing fanart of the MLB characters by arley-just-doodle-it on Tumblr!

Anyway, once you’re hooked on fanfiction, there is no way out. I recently signed one of my best friends up with a Wattpad account and now we are Reddie stans writing a fanfiction together.

It’s a really good outlet for when I want love and have none so I have to live vicariously through my favourite fictional characters.

Ok, that’s about all I have to talk about now! Please like and follow for more of my shenanigans and if you wanna read my fanfiction, I am Zombie221 on fanfiction.net and on fictionpress.net as well. Read my newer stuff though, because the old stuff makes me want to die sometimes p_p

Ok, a cheesy joke before you go as per usual:

What do sprinters eat before they race?

Nothing, they fast!

Lmao, I am hilarious.

Adieu!

-Awkward Bookworm

on the rarely discussed topic of pigeons

So recently I’ve been thinking about how dumb pigeons are. I mean, seriously, can you not see my giant chunk of metal about to run you down or are you just suicidal? Also the way they tease cats. Nuh-uh bird, telling you first hand (as the owner of two cats) that that is a dangerous road my friend. First they lure you in with their ultimate cuteness before they viciously attack you in search of food. (tbh, still prefer them to dogs. Got nothing against dogs, cats just make me revert to primal mothering tendencies, such as making small, high pitched noises when they close their tiny little eyes and scrunch their little noses and sort of smile and omg now I’m imagining it and it’s beautiful).

Anyhow, back to pigeons. There’s this boy in my year who is just a bit of a smarmy idiot and I don’t like him that much, which means it’s ok to talk about him (*make fun of him) on this blog. I cannot disclose his actual name for obvious legal reasons in case he somehow finds out and throws a tantrum, so I will pull an Odysseus and call him ‘Nobody’.

So, this guy Nobody right, he is one of the ‘populars’ (Aka people who’s parents never cared enough to stop them drinking and staying out all hours of the night smoking weed from a dodgy dealer). You know the type. Arrogant, annoying and usually sporty. Anyway, there’s one thing that I can think about and chuckle about when he’s being a dickhead. He is deathly afraid of pigeons (all birds actually but mostly pigeons) and this fact, my friend, is a source of immense amusement to me as he is this big, tough sports guy thug type and he takes one glance at a small, poop-coloured bird and immediately goes into panic mode.

I actually have this sort of funny story of pigeons; well, two actually, ok so this one time I was on holiday in Spain, (can’t do that anymore) and I was just eating like a paella or something and I look down and there’s this one-eyed, mutated sort of creature that looked vaguely like a pigeon sniffing around my feet, and me, being the huge wimp that I am, screamed very loudly and promptly spilt my drink all over myself and it was pretty horrific, and this other time, I was at Kew Gardens or someplace like that, and I was just eating my sandwich with my family, and all of a sudden, I feel this raindrop on my head, and I asked my mum confusedly if it was raining- nope! Just a useless bird’s poop. So that was fun.

So, you guys asked for it, so I have decided to start a segment which will most often be at the end of a post, but occasionally might warrant it’s own; *ba ba ba da!* the Hijinks of Hypnosis! I, as most of you shall know, am now primarily fixed on becoming a behavioral analyst for MI6, and therefore am very interested in the ins and outs of psychology, and the way the mind works. Experimenting with hypnosis can give me some ideas of how the consciousnesses interact with their environments and each other, and the way mind-manipulation can influence a person’s decision making.

I am available for any questions about hypnosis and the process of causing the subconscious come to the forefront of a person’s mind. Also, if you have any suggestions or experiments you think you’d like to see the results of, leave a comment down below and I will be sure to respond to each one. I will be uploading the results of Experiments #1 & #2 in the next post, and please like and follow if you would like to learn more about this fascinating study of the human brain and it’s reactions to the surroundings it can process, and the possibility of inducing a hallucination in an awake subject under the influence of hypnosis.

All right. Cheesy joke time.

What do you call a dinosaur with one eye?

A do-you-think-he-saw-us!

Ok, ok, I know, they’re getting lamer by the post.

Vale!

-Awkward Bookworm

like james bond, but not really

Oh gosh, so much has happened since I last posted on this blog, and I am literally on the brink of squealing as I write this, but I have decided what I would like to do in the future as a job so that’s really fun (not sarcastic for like the first time ever) and I’m just so excited. I was recently watching this TV show my friend introduced to me called ‘Criminal Minds’ and if you haven’t watched it, lemme tell you, it will change your view of the world! Ok, maybe I’m exaggerating a little and the job is dangerous, but I want to be a behavioural analyst and profiler for MI6 so that’s pretty cool, right!? I can’t stop smiling, I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life.

So yep, that’s *pretty* cool and I’m super happy about that, but I have another reason to be happy- I have recently been studying hypnotism and how to go about hypnotising someone and have found willing subjects who I can experiment with hypnosis on and I have decided to write up my notes on my case study, which I will post here so you guys can read my adventures in hypnotism and possibly try this yourself (only after extensive research into the risks) with your friends and family cuz who wouldn’t love to convince your sister her name is Mel and her deepest belief in the entire world was that butter was the only thing that could be used in cakes and that she hates people who put margarine in their recipes instead? (In case you didn’t realise, I’m describing something that I did to my sister. (wow I should lay off the sarcasm))

I’ll post the case study notes soon but you know what would help motivate me to spend 45+ minutes typing with this shite computer that autocorrects every single word I write, even when they don’t need to be autocorrected? ….why hot chocolate of course, that way I’ll stay sweet and not end up throwing my case study notes through the window again! But that’s a story for another day.

I’m doing my Grade 7 Singing LCM exam on Tuesday and I’m scared half to death on the account that I have to remember this huge long monologue about ‘thou’ this and ‘shoulds’t’ that which I still do not know even though I’m writing this on Sunday night, as I am the queen of procrastination, which you guys probably already know to be honest, with the amount of time between my uploads… yeah sorry about that.

Also, depending on what you guys think, I might start posting some fanfiction on here by request on a second page, if you guys would like that, just let me know and send me a request for a one shot of a couple or of a different thing- also, not completely opposed as to doing NSFW things, but try and keep the scandal low on the scale. I do all LGBTQ+ FanFiction (how bad is it that I have to clarify this?) so if you guys have any requests with gay or lesbian or trans characters or anything else really (except incest, beastiality, real person shipping, furries, and I don’t really like extreme angst but I will do it) I will write it so yep.

I’m kinda bored now and I don’t feel like writing anymore so I’m not going to so yep ok.

Before I go, what’s red, white and fast and says ‘Oh, oh, oh’?

Santa Claus rolling backwards down a hill!

Ha. Good ole Saint Nicky.

До свидания!

AwkwardBookworm

couples i stan (and why you should too)

A wise woman once said ‘You drool when you sleep,’ and in doing so inadvertently started the process in which I would grow to love and cherish fictional relationships to make up for my lack of real life romance.

I realized I was a bit of a nerd for romance when I was 8 years old and reading ‘Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief’ for the very first time and immediately wanted Percy and Annabeth to be together asap.

by Viria from Tumblr. Pshh, i cant draw for shite, this is is better than I’d ever do.

Of course, it was only a matter of time before I stumbled down the magical rabbit hole of Fanfiction and was lost forever.. Joking. Well, partially. I am hugely into Fanficton and have been educated and brought up by reading about my favourite characters as teachers, childhood besties, soulmates, enemies, etc, etc.

As sad as it sounds, a lot of my personality was shaped by reading about things that people came up with online and then posted to a forum like fanfiction.com or AO3. My favourite characters have inspired me to be more like them; fearless, brave, loving. Mg list of favourite couples is extensive as I’m sure you might have guessed, but here are some highlights:

Kurt and Blaine, Quinn and Puck, Tina and Mike- Glee

Percy and Annabeth, Reyna and Leo, Will and Nico, Travis and Katie- PJO

Hermione and Ron, Harry and Ginny, Neville and Luna- HP (based on books not films)

Jackson and April, Lexie and Mark, Alex and Jo- Grey’s Anatomy

Adrien and Marinette love square, Nino and Alya, Plagg and Tikki, Rose and Juleka, Alix and Kim- Miraculous Ladybug (it’s not just for kids ok?!)

Anne and Gilbert- Anne with an ‘E’/Anne of Green Gables

Daisy and Hazel, George and Alexander- Murder Most Unladylike (Daisy is now canon gay!!)

Sam and Freddie- ICarly (Carly will never love Freddie back but him and Sam are endgame)

Rory and Jess, Lorelai and Luke- Gilmore Girls

I could go on but, I think you’re sufficiently bored so I’m just gonna end it here cuz I’m tired and this is my blog so I can do what I want.

Why do giraffes have long necks?

So they can gir-reach the leaves on the tree!

Ok, I’m tired now goodnight.

Ciao!

Awkward Bookworm

physics revision: when am I ever gonna need this?

So I’ve spent the last couple days cramming for a science test that will determine whether I do three GCSEs or not, which is superrrrrr fun I’ll have you know, nope, not stressful at all in any way, shape or form so that’s great. Yup.

Revising all this stuff about ‘moments’ and the fact that water waves are transverse and friggin… reactivity series shit, makes me wonder just how necessary things like this are. I mean, unless i want to be a chemist or something like that, which, lemme just say, if you like that stuff, you do you, but that’s a no from me, when am I ever gonna need anything of this random knowledge the teachers are just regurgitating at us?

Of course, you never know what situation you might end up in, but when am I EVER gonna need to know that light travels at 3 x 10^8 m/s in a vacuum? I mean, really? Just seems like a lot of unnecessary stress.

Anyway, I am starting climbing lessons soon, so that’s fun. I am making myself do them so I can once and for all conquer my absolute abhorrence of heights. One time, I had a panic attack at the top of a 3 meter diving board and was like crying and full on like wheezing with terror and my Mum said ‘Awkward Bookworm, just jump!’ And then one of my friends pushed me in and then I could do it, with a hint of uncertainty, and yeah.

I can climb, I’ve done it before, I just can’t look down otherwise I go full panic mode. So that’s why I’m doing the climbing. My instructor was really cool, her name was Poppy and she had green hair and she knew my friend Miles.

I’m doing my Grade 7 Singing soon which is cool, cuz I’ve been practicing since last year almost; crazy right? I’m doing a theme of ‘Romance’ which is cheesy but gives me loads of options. The songs I’m performing are ‘I Hate Men’ from Kiss Me, Kate, ‘S’Wonderful’ from Funny Face (as a solo), ‘I Enjoy Being A Girl’ from Flower Drum Song and ‘When He Sees Me’ from Waitress. My favourite is probably ‘When He Sees Me’ cuz I get to do a really cool head/chest mix and act really paranoid which is fun.

Finally I’d like to talk about my new found obsession with ‘The Office’ because who hasn’t had that stage. Ok I’m gonna gush for a while and it might be unintelligible so try not to panic. Pam and Jim are so cute omg i love her hair she is so funny I want one of the sweets on her desk i dont really like Micheal that much yet though i guess he gets better ugh i really hate dwight hes so annoying he reminds me of this guy I know who is just the worst and I’m not gonna name him cuz thats rude but anyway Pam and Jim foreverrrrrrr. Ok I’m done now.

Ok now I’m done; promise. Creds to Arthur Franca on ArtStation really good congrats 👍

Before I go, what do you call a fake noodle?

An impasta!

Hahahahahahahahahah i crack myself up.

Farvel!

Awkward Bookworm

the colour pink and other things i despise

Howdy there folky pokes, I am in a much better mood today and so I will not be depressing for the entire post. No siree, in fact I have something funny to tell you guys that happened today.

So, basically, at lunch me and my friends got into a discussion on things we hate, to which I said ‘the colour pink’ and my friend (who loves pink cause its the colour of pigs), turns to me and says ‘awkward bookworm’ and I looked at her and said ‘looking at your face’ and then she responded and it went on for a while back and forth, but at the same time our friends were stealing things from our plates and pockets to see how long it would be before we noticed. We didn’t, we just assumed that we’d finished while trading insults and left, after only eating like half our meal. They called us back when we started to walk off, but still. I don’t think her and I will ever live that down lol.

Anyway, the reason I actually don’t like pink is a weird one; when I was like 5, I realized that every girl in my class’s favourite colour was pink and all the boys liked blue, so I decided to be different and from that day forward, I hated pink, and blue was my favourite colour.

It made it quite hard for my mum to find clothes that I would wear that weren’t directed at boys, but she found some stuff. I also hate dresses. I just look so dumpy in them, you wouldn’t understand. I literally look like dead, gloopy squirrel mush you find on the side of the road.

Ewww. Moving on. What’s other things I hate?.. Hmmmm, well I guess I hate cheese. Cheese stans, please don’t stone me to death, I feel like that would be a really bad way to go. I also don’t particularly enjoy those people who are self righteous in their beliefs, like, I don’t care if you’re a Christian, or a vegan, you do you, but I’m not a worse person than you just because I’m an atheist or eat meat and you don’t have the right to judge me based on my personal beliefs, all right? Take a chill pill.

I don’t know about you guys, but I just think people like that need to remove that big fricking stick up their arse and just calm down. Ohhhh, you know what I really hate? People discriminating against others, it’s so disrespectful and I’m not joking, it puts me off so much if you’re trying to be friends with me and you make discriminatory comments about others as it just puts me on edge and at unease.

I mean like, they’re people too, not just personal punching bags for your stupid bs about this being ‘our country’ and your stupid bs about that we shouldn’t let immigrants in when all we’re trying to do is help. Frigging ridiculous.

Anywho, I feel like I’ve rambled on for far too long so I’m gonna leave you with a joke.

What did the ghost say to the human who’d stumbled into the wrong birthday party?

You’re the life of the party!

Ahhhhhhhh, ok.

Adieu,

Awkward Bookworm

why does everything suddenly feel so real?

Ok, well, try to read what I randomly pour out of my heart right now as I am on the verge of stress eating, and that is never a good sign as my complexion gets deeply affected meaning I have to wear a paper bag for the rest of my life and now I’m rambling.

So, basically, at my age we now have to pick our GCSEs or SATs in USA, and we are getting put into sets which we will stay in for the rest of our school life until GCSEs and our sets are determined by a test we do, and solely on that test. So if you do badly, hey buddy, bad luck, you’re only gonna do double science instead of triple, and that means you won’t get into that sixth form that you wanted to and then your whole life goes to schiz and now I’m rambling again.

I know I don’t have problems compared to some other people and that’s why I feel so bad about being worried about a stupid test when there are thousands of people, thousands of children living in fear in countries overthrown by terrorist organizations and because I know that I have it so much better than other people, that I’ve got so many opportunities that I need to make sure that other people get these privileges too and it’s just really stressful, all this pressure I’m putting on myself.

Sometimes I get so frustrated I could punch someone, but then I think of how disappointed my parents would be and I just get so panicked and I just have to hold it in until I’m like an over pumped balloon about to pop and I just can’t.

I just feel like anything less than perfect isn’t good enough and I just want to be good enough. All my friends rely on me to be the person who’s always nice, who’s always willing to help and give a shoulder to cry on, and they definitely support me when I’m down, but I don’t know. Sometimes I just get scared they’re using me and don’t actually like me because of bad experience I had with people at my old school. To give you a brief summary: I had no real friends, boys would bully and throw things at me sometimes, namely cricket balls, I would climb a tree behind the classroom and read during break and lunch and I got frequently told by a person who we shall call ‘Polly’ that I was not popular enough to be seen with in public and that she hated me, and I had to take it as she was the only person that would talk to me, ever. Talk about toxic friendships, am I right?

Anyway, that’s why I have trust issues so yeppppp that’s always fun.

Ahh, that was good to get off my chest. I feel lighter now and the panic has dimmed to a dull flicker. This blogging thing really does work. I could never keep a diary. I felt too weird writing in a diary, like I was talking to ghosts or something.

Anyway, no fun update tonight as I had to say that, but I will leave you with a joke to lighten all our spirits.

What do you call a fat psychic?

A four-chin teller.

Ok, you’re lying if you say you’re not chuckling. Unless, of course, you are a fat psychic, in which case, I am very sorry.

Anyway,

Auf Wierdersehn!

Awkward Bookworm

contemplations of randomness

Well, this is my second blog post on this site and I still have no clue what I want to write about. So far all I’ve managed to achieve is talking about peri peri chicken and the Goofy Goober song for far too long and I’m not feeling particularly loquacious at this time of night.

I have a list of things I was intending to write about when I first created this blog, but now I am looking back on it in nothing short of absolute puzzlement. Here is the list:

Pidgeons
food metaphors
hammocks
Percy jackson
my fear of children
mustard

Yep. No, I have no idea what clearly half-asleep delirious me from 4 nights ago was on about either. However, as I have no other ideas, I am going to try and milk the humour of me having no clue what past me was on about for this entire blog post by trying to come up with (true) funny stories involving said items.

Ok. Pigeons. Well, one time, in Spain when I was on holiday with my friend Elizabeth, we were eating pizza in a restaurant in Madrid when suddenly I see the most horrific thing I think I have ever seen or ever will see. This pigeon had 3 fridging eyes and looked like it been born and raised next to Mr Burns’ factory in the Simpsons it was so mutated it was disgusting. Also, in London a pigeon pooped on my head and I turned to my mum and asked if it was raining. That was not a good day (For me; I’m sure my dad, mum and sister all got a great kick out of my misery).

Ooh, now food metaphors is a hard one, because I think I was just gonna use these in general, but now I have thought of an actual story to do with food ‘metaphors’ (innuendos). So basically me, my good friend Issy and my grandma were watching the Food Network when my ‘friend’ turns to me and starts making sexual innuendos with the food with my grandma literally sitting right there, but so so oblivious and it’s the funniest thing ever. Like picture an old grannie just peacefully watching her Food Network and then there’s my friend like, right in my ear, going ‘where are you gonna put that? In there?’ while they’re trying to find a place to put the candle on the cake and I was just barely concealing my laughter. Ok next!

Hammocks. Hmmmmm, well I can’t actually think of anything too funny past falling out it whilst playing Pirates with my little sister and getting sand in my mouth from the sandbox under the hammock, so we’re just going to move on.

Ah, Percy Jackson. Now, there is much I could say about this subject, considering I used to write masses of FanFiction on the topic. However, as I feel I would bore you beyond your wildest dreams, I will merely leave you with the image of me, a sad geeky loner writing FanFiction for people I will never meet and occasionally stumbling on stuff that would make a ghost blush as an innocent 10 year old. Not good.

I don’t actually have a fear of children, it’s a joke I have with a few of the younger years because this one time a friend of my mum’s asked me to hold her screaming toddler for a few minutes and my expression was that of a cornered gazelle; full of fear and inevitable doom.

And last but not least, mustard. I don’t like it. It’s bright yellow, tastes like someone scraped the bottom of my trainers into a jar and mixed it with pickles and is almost exclusively used for hot dogs, making it one of the most useless sauces on the planet. Boom goes the dynamite.

Anyway, I really need sleep as I don’t think this is very healthy, so I’m gonna have to say goodnight.

Before I go, what did the man say to the armless man who was stuck in a hole?

Need a hand?

Ha, that was lame, even for me.

Au revoir,

Awkward Bookworm

hello world

I don’t quite know why I said that. It just felt right, you know? I mean, isn’t that how you’re supposed to start a blog? But I digress.

First, I’m gonna do everyone’s favourite part: the introduction!!! Yay.

Here are some facts about me you may or may not know (I’m sort a hoping for the ‘not know’ as knowing these makes you a stalker and I’m not sure I’m ready for that level of commitment in a relationship yet):

I’m a girl. (This is not an invite to spam me with sex bots. Looking at you Google.)
I have a qUiRkY view on life and that is why I am gracing everyone with a detailed analysis of my thoughts (Jk don’t throw that tomato please)
I stan way too many TV shows. (e.g. Grey’s Anatomy, The Good Place, ER, Glee, Gilmore Girls… I could keep going)
I am learning Spanish. (Y creo que soy bastante bueno a hablar español)
I love to sing (especially songs from musicals. Fun fact: I can recite the entirety of ‘Beautiful’ from Heathers from memory, including dialogue. Yeah baby, all eight minutes.)
I wear Harry Potter t shirts as pjs exclusively. (Not weird at all that I would purposely not wear any other type of t shirt to bed other than my 5+ HP tops)
I wear red glasses.
And I talk wayyyyy too much. (I’m not sure if you noticed, just checking.)

Anywho, now that’s over, I can finally just blog like a normal person.

As of right now, I am in my pyjamas (a Harry Potter T-shirt duh), half-asleep and trying to stop singing the Goofy Goober song from the Spongebob Movie and go to sleep, with minimal success.

I am pondering on whether the delicious taste of peri peri chicken is worth my mouth getting mauled by spice (call me a spice lightweight, but at least I’m not like my best friend who literally cannot eat pepperoni because, and I quote, “It burns! It burns!”.) Keep in mind, this is the same girl who, at my dad’s request, dipped her (margharita) pizza into the mini chocolate fountain at my bday party to see if it taste different good. (It did not, by the way.)

Sometimes, I’m actually surprised that someone like me was born to him when my best friend is so much more like him it’s creepy.

Changing the subject, can we just talk about how the minute our heads hit the pillow every single thought you, your mother or your grandmother ever had just pours out of your brain? Just me? Probably the insomnia. Seriously though. You’re just lying there and it’s like you just got injected with 4 shots of coffee and you know you won’t be able to sleep until 3:30 am. You get what I’m talking about?

Anyway, I’ve recently became interested in a certain TV series called ‘The Twilight Zone’ and I actually love it more than my soul. It’s the perfect mix of sci-fi and horror. It’s the 1950s version of Black Mirror but better. Of course, I am doing aware it helped inspire ‘Black Mirror’, but I honestly don’t understand how a TV show can be so good.

Okay, so I just looked at the clock and it’s 11:13pm and I’ve got to to get up at 7 tomorrow so I am going to try to go to sleep. Wish me luck.

Oh quickly before I go, I will try to upload at least once a week, maybe twice if my one follower is lucky (hey mum).

Let me leave you on a pun as I tend to do as I walk away from a conversation.

When is it time to go to the dentist? Tooth-hurty!

Boom, guarantee you didn’t see that one coming.

Buenos noches!

Awkward Bookworm