My Christine Moment
My Christine Moment Ah Christine. Christine Christine Christine. Your Cherry red glow. Your shiny chrome trims. Your white walled tyres carrying you ever so elegantly across the tarmac. Those abysmally black tinted panes of glass, grimly staring at whoever dareth cross your path, or the path of your eternal lover and driver. Oh Christine, your aerodynamic cuts running along your body, bouncing light off … Continue reading My Christine Moment

