On the count of ten
Herself ran out of cigarettes. I nipped down to the shop. Bought her ten. Up yours, Harney.
Continue reading →Herself ran out of cigarettes. I nipped down to the shop. Bought her ten. Up yours, Harney.
Continue reading →What is your favourite classical composer? That question was posed to me over the weekend and somehow it evoked memories of childhood. I was forever being asked my favourite pop singer [though in those days it wasn’t known as ‘pop’] … Continue reading →