Ms Anne Pank some dark, gothic street Barcelona Dear Mr Trump, I hope you don’t mind me getting in touch with you like this, but the desire was too strong to ignore. You are now in charge of the most powerful country in the world. Don’t f*ck it up. I do […]
Let’s all cup the bulbous bits between our legs in solidarity with our brothers, and cheer the menfolk of the world: Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray! Hip hip HURRAH! All around the world, men are or will be raising a tinny or two to celebrate the only day of the year, where they feel completely […]
Incapable of feeling or rational thought? What a furore! Things have been so very dull of late in politics (what with no fascist rhetoric whatsoever coming from Blighty, or chat of jam and air and child-labour saving the Brit economy), a drama was long overdue. Well, it had been a whole week since the Labour […]
The Secret Diary of Anne Pank 