To audition, or not to…make a complete tit of myself
One of my favorite memories of being with my mum was taking her to the Piccadilly Theatre in London in the 90s to see a… Read More »To audition, or not to…make a complete tit of myself
One of my favorite memories of being with my mum was taking her to the Piccadilly Theatre in London in the 90s to see a… Read More »To audition, or not to…make a complete tit of myself
I think it’s driven by my need to talk to someone who’s interesting, intelligent, knows me well and is on my side. Erik likes to… Read More »Drip Trays and Brain Dregs
In terms of childhood home haircuts, I think I won this one by a whisp. Mine has the qualities of a contemporary stylish bob, with the precision cut fringe and the messy Meg Ryan inspired sides. But my brother’s cut seems to have been modeled on a Hershey’s Kiss chocolate.Read More »Who’s Better, Who’s Best?
In late Autumn 1998, Erik and I met for the first time with Father Bill Scott, the vicar for St Barnabas Church in Pimlico. We were planning our wedding and having scouted a few churches and discounting the one with the drum kit we fell for St Barnabas and especially for the (Scottish) Reverend Scott. Read More »One Year On
**Content Warning: Contains juvenile humour. Also, masturbation but that’s not my fault.** Dear Maha Coffee, I was driving down South Lamar a few days and… Read More »Dear Maha Coffee,