All Too Soon Will Childhood Gay Realise

Un-dish-cover The Fish, Or Dishcover The Riddle.

Well That Was The Silliest Tea Party I Ever Went To! I Am Never Going Back There Again!

When, As A Child, I First Opened My Eyes On A Sunday-morning, A Feeling Of Dismal Anicipation, Which Began At Least On The Friday,culminated. I Knew What Was Before Me, And My Wish, If Not My Word, Was "would God It Were Evening!" It Was No Day Of Rest, But A Day Of Texts, Of Catechisms (watts'), Of Tracts About Converted Swearers, Godly Charwomen, And Edifying Deaths Of Sinners Saved.... There Was But One Rosy Spot, In The Distance, All That Day: And That Was "bed-time," Which Never Could Come Too Early!

Every Story Has A Moral You Just Need To Be Clever Enough To Find It - The Dutchess

Will You, Won't You, Will You, Won't You, Will You Join The Dance?