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In the isolation room I am no more than a speck on the wall. As they drain and clean and filter my blood through their machinery I sip on my Christmas whiskey and nibble on a quarter of a pork pie. "What is the point of living", I think to myself, "if all of your time is wasted on trying to stay alive?". I have been isolated from the other patients so as not to infect them with the dirty germs that I may have brought back as souvenirs from my travels. As most of the other patients seem to be...

The Night We All Fucked Each Other Lesson 1: Never take a boner out of the house with you. For nothing good can come of it: Perhaps you'll get strange glares, or even requests for sexual liaisons, from the jaundiced-looking shop assistants who sell you your groceries at the local supermarket. Their solitary, vegetable-selling, lives slowly becoming too much for them, and their pale hands with the stench of cheap and eccentric masturbation fondling your peas and carrots at the checkout line li...