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Latest charity shop aquisition: Celtic Sex Magic, I kid you not. If it's got the word "sex" in it, I just can't seem to leave it on the shelf and there's something about the coupling of the words sex and magic that makes me chuckle on the inside and subsequently spend my cash, every single time. And in the same way that The Art of Sexual Magic taught me how intensely dull it would be to have sex with Sting, Celtic Sex Magic is teaching me how right I am in not really trusting men with beards, just generally.
"Jon G. Hughes is part of a lineage of Druids that has been practicing for five generations in a remote area of Wales." I think a Torchwood episode's in order, I swear to God this would be MORE traumatising than cannibals ever could be. Plus, the script just totally writes itself, it's written itself halfway in my head already.
If anyone, especially a bearded anyone, ever tells you he needs help "potentizing his spells", run like fuck.
"Jon G. Hughes is part of a lineage of Druids that has been practicing for five generations in a remote area of Wales." I think a Torchwood episode's in order, I swear to God this would be MORE traumatising than cannibals ever could be. Plus, the script just totally writes itself, it's written itself halfway in my head already.
If anyone, especially a bearded anyone, ever tells you he needs help "potentizing his spells", run like fuck.
