Son of Raucous

@sonofraucous.bsky.social

This account is like a delightful potpourri of thoughts that occasionally smells of bacon and regret. Niche, like a rare venereal disease. Straight, married, messy inclusive dad. Bigots in any form can fuck off.

“Raucs. I’ve found the project team a place to sit, but we’ve got no furniture” I have hustled, swindled, flirted and threatened moderate ultra violence all day and now save for one chair we have everything we need. Whiteboards go up tomorrow. They weren’t in the brief, but they were going begging.