On occasions my tendency to over-share has been remarked upon, rather often it has to be said with good reason. I will happily recount salacious tales that others with a better sense of decorum would keep to themselves, I like the shock value, the inappropriateness, but rarely if ever will I venture into talking about … More The Song & The Sea
An August evening in Edinburgh & three Englishmen step into a black cab on Princes Street. I pull the door closed behind me with a resounding clunk & ask the cabbie if he can drop us at decent Bar in the Old Town. He cogitates and after a lengthy pause replies wth a single word in an accent as thick as a bowl of lumpy porridge: Aye.
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I fancy watching a movie, so google away and up pops Mike Leigh’s Peterloo, it looks worth a punt, for the life of me I remember next to nothing about Peterloo from my history, some vague idea about it being about a bunch of blokes from up north with pitchforks, and complaints … More Snowflake in the Rain
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