Sin… the glow in the attic…

The light in the attic was noticeably different – it had a strange pink hue. I remember it even now. It glowed with a faint pulse and there was a low hum that accompanied the glimmering. I think I was around 8 years old at the time. I was the worn-down brunt of...

Sin… sharp sand…

“Sharp sand.” Two words that once meant nothing, but now instil fear into the hearts of the unwary. Teri, whom everyone thought was a Terry due to the oversized everything she wore that hung on her small frame like a marquee on a flagpole, short cropped...

Sin… nothing…

Nothing comes from nothing. Apparently. If you don’t work hard you don’t get anything back. If you don’t pay the Reaper you wander in Limbo. If you don’t run for the bus, you walk into Cleethorpes for your night on the lash. Or ring a taxi,...

Sin… read all about it…

They let us have the newspapers here – one week out of date and after they’ve cut out all the interesting bits. Have you tried reading a newspaper with big holes in it? It’s full of adverts for cars, holidays and pizza deliveries. You get a photo of...

Sin… innie or outie…

Is your belly button an innie or an outie? Do you, in fact, even have one. Was it Hitchcock who was reported to not have the dimple in the middle of his belly? How is that possible? It’s where the umbilical cord was attached during your time in the womb, and, as...

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