Over at my anti-mummyblog, I’ve written about life insurance premiums. Excited? How about if I tell you there’s a graph involved? And that writers are just as expensive to insure as fighter pilots? Go on, have a look.
There’s this guy who lives in my street. Called Dutch. Rides a motorbike. Looks like the type of cat who’s already gone through a few of his nine lives. Lives in the front half of a rented place at the bottom of the hill. Dutch, of course, is not his actual name. I don’t know […]
On another note, two more reviews have been chucked on the pile: Mad Women and Spoiled.
