Me not him. Him not me.
He died at 50. Not me. He was a pedophile. Not me. He was a drunk. Like me. But he looked like this at 50.
Not me.
I’m just about 64.
A Deerhound Diary
Being the observations of a retired Scottish blogger by a lord of Scots
Me not him. Him not me.
He died at 50. Not me. He was a pedophile. Not me. He was a drunk. Like me. But he looked like this at 50.
Not me.
I’m just about 64.