eBay…. you suck.


Okay… I was mad before when I wrote this post the first time. Now I am positively enraged. Seriously. I’m like a wasp in a bottle over here.

Now that’s an angry face. I’m guessing he was just outbid on eBay.

So, you’re probably guessing that I’ve just been outbid on eBay. This would be true. Chances are the same thing has happened to you. Sucks right? Fuck yeah. Some git beat me in the last second. The LAST second! Not only that, but they beat me by exactly one pound. Now, call me a cynic but I smell a rotten fishy. I’ve heard that there is software out there that will bid for you. Some kind of sniper software that will put in a higher bid in the final millisecond so that you can never lose but… come on, seriously? Surely that would be against the rules right?

I must be upset. I’ve just caught myself staring at the keyboard with a pouty bottom lip. This blows. Right, fuck it. Where’s my Gin????

Need I say more?

I hereby boycott eBay for at least a week. Maybe a day.

Fuck it. I’ll let the Gin decide.

M 😦

Author: Mark S Thompson

Okay, so these things are kind of hit and miss. If you’re reading this then I am thankful to you for taking the time out of your day to do so. I’ll be honest, when I think of myself as a writer, I kinda cringe. Don’t get me wrong, it is the dream, it's​ just I never really believe it will go anywhere. When I think back to the day that I first knew I loved writing, and I mean really knew, I see myself sitting in an English lesson at secondary school. The school was called Wrotham and is in the county of Kent, England. As far as I know, it's still there. English was far and away my favourite subject. The best bit was when the teacher gave the class a selection of words and asked us to make up a story that either contained those words or was about those words, you know. At other times we would be given the first sentence and then write what happens next. Good times. Many times my work would reflect what I had recently read and it would be okay. Nothing special, just okay. On one occasion though I wrote about a merman called Finchy and can remember going into so much depth and detail about him and the underwater kingdom he lived in. I really enjoyed writing that and it must have shown because my teacher commented on it. She was really impressed and loved the story. That was it for me, my moment. Now when I write I think back to those great times and to that story. Hopefully, I’ll write something that you, the reader, will be moved to comment on. For me, there is no greater elixir

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