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Here you will find poetry, opinion and prose mixed together in roughly equal measure. Add one man available from specialist suppliers only. Stick everything into a blender for five minutes. Stir gently with a wooden spoon, then pour slowly into tall glasses with crushed ice.

No cherries. No little parasols. No curly straws. Let the drink speak for itself.

Dear BBC Radio 4, please note that when I’m listening in via an application on my iPhone and hear a presenter inform the world that “later we’ll be discussing whether graduates are doing enough to find work”, I’m afraid I do have a rather alarming inclination to (a) throw my iPhone a very long way away from my person in anger and disgust, only held back from doing so because I like my iPhone and it cost a lot of money, and (b) to personally head down to wherever the presenter is and give the undoubtedly middle-class, well-off man not [...]

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