Tag: Jane Eyre

  • Jane Eyre, as by Irvine Welsh, by Me

    There wis no possibility ay taking a walk thit day. It were pissin wi rain thit further outdoor bummin aroond wis now oot ay the fuckin question. Ah wis glad ay it: Ah nivir liked long walks, especially in the fuckin cold: dreadful tae me wis the coming home in the raw twilight, wi frozen […]