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 […]
Socially distant. Looking backwards. It’s a story about a bowl.
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.
