2 Quotes by Maddie Grigg

I am in Waterstones looking at all the chick lit rubbish on the shelves. In a fit of pique, I turn them round so they are facing the wrong way.

Outside the door, a teller with a blue rosette chomps on an apple and asks for my number. She smiles a thank you and reveals a ghastly, gaping tunnel of masticated apple, edge with violent mauve lipstick seemingly applied by Bette Davis in What Ever Happened to Baby Jane.