Bottle of Pee

I turned 35 this week. I know. Because I’m me.

The worst present I recieved was a gypsy curse which stopped me from remembering the ‘i before e except after c’ rule. Which will really damage my career as a writer. That and my writing.

The second worst present I recieved (see – I wasn’t even kidding!) was a bottle of pee. It took me ages to figure out who it was from too, as it wasn’t signed. Turns out it was a gift from my 34 year-old self. He was a bastard. I’m much nicer.

And I have a bottle of pee.

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David Baillie is a freelance writer and artist. Born almost thirty years ago in Scotland, he now lives and works in the East End of London.

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