There’s a civil war taking place in Canada.
Divided into two warring factions, never have Canadians been so irate and aggressive towards Continue reading
There’s a civil war taking place in Canada.
Divided into two warring factions, never have Canadians been so irate and aggressive towards Continue reading
Recently I’ve been thinking of writing something about how certain songs can take me to a very specific time and place.
Last week I was lucky enough to see Continue reading
(in which is included a FREE inspiring message of encouragement to anyone trying to knock tobacco on the head)
“I could be a writer with a growing reputation; I could be the ticket man at Fulham Broadway Station. What a waste . . . What a waste.”
I used to walk past that ticket man made famous by Ian Dury’s lyrics on regular occasion. Going to and from Chelsea matches at Stamford Bridge. It was always a man, as I remember. Not that I paid too much attention.
Except for one particular game against Continue reading