My earliest memory of celebrity death is that of Elvis. I was six and it was the summer holidays. My Dad was usually the one who was at home with me and, while I’d be bodding off and about with the kids who lived near me, I always came home for dinner. His culinary expertise…
Tag: Love
I Wanna Be À Rebours. Or, It Don’t Come Easy. Unless It Does.
On things coming naturally and having to work at stuff. I like a lot of albums. Recently, I posted 10 albums that meant – probably, at least for those ten days – the most to me. Even though a lot of those records – and a lot more besides – do mean something in particular…
