Matt Fallaize

@mattfallaize.bsky.social

Cook.

Sat in a desolate hotel bar, there's an old bloke ploughing through some chips a few tables away. He is the sole other occupier of this space until Mrs Fallaize gets back. "Pump up the jam" is playing at a deafening volume. I am questioning my life choices.

Hahaha my God, I've just emerged from a really quite busy service and I see that the discourse is even more deranged than usual. Do you people have nothing better to do with your Sundays than be mental.