Kiss – MiddleRabbiting

Nostalgia For Cold, Rainy, Dark Days in England in The 1970s, Part 1: Brotherhood of Man – Angelo.

As usual, it takes me a long time to work out what cleverer people understand instantly. What that means is that I’ve realised that I’m quite a nostalgic person and, ironically, always have been. Maybe that’s the real point – because I’m a bit on the slow side, I’m always trying to work out what…

I Am The Carpenter. Or, See How They Run Like Pigs From A Gun: See How They Cry.

“I weep for you,” the Walrus said: “I deeply sympathize.” With sobs and tears he sorted out Those of the largest size, Holding his pocket-handkerchief Before his streaming eyes. Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, Lewis Carroll. At junior school I didn’t have very much to do with girls, viewing them as being…