A little like this
Crowing
Someone is breaking the rules in my street. I wake to the glorious sound of a rooster crowing across the road. I love it.
Biting my tongue.
After an amazing read, thank you Mr Johnson, I am now reviewing something so banal that I have to put my work aside so that I do not write something cruel*. But I am so puzzled. I understand marketing (although at times I wish I didn’t). I understand the fact that I can not get […]
Teen music *not Beiber*
Last night, I met a charming young Scot, a relative of my partner. Flying back today, he mentioned disappointment in not being able to find more old Go Betweens albums on vinyl in the record stores he visited in Aus. He runs a monthly indie night back home and is a fan of these, as […]