Trifles are Satan's spew. All that sponge cake, jelly, custard and cream, laying on top of each other in an orgy of fruit and artificial colouring. Mit chocolate sprinkles, yet. They should stick with their own kind and not inflame the passions of the innocent Daily Mail reader.
Now I want a trifle.
Now I want a trifle.
At the age of five, Skagra decided emphatically that God did not exist. This revelation tends to make most people in the universe who have it react in one of two ways - with relief or with despair. Only Skagra responded to it by thinking, 'Wait a second. That means there's a situation vacant.'
