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About Bristol

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

Ruwando Podcast: Psychology For Men with Brains and Balls

My name is Martin Ian Buckley and I have 2 children. We live in a little town called Blackburn which is near Darwen, Bolton and Manchester.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m an actuary, right? You know, crunching numbers, calculating risks, all that jazz. But today? Today was a whole different ball game.

Casualties taken to hospital after two cars involved in crash