I’m gonna getcha, getcha, getcha

Blondie’s song runs round in my head as I climb the ladder. It seems apropos somehow. ‘One way or another Continue reading →

Joy and Martin sitting in a tree

Joy and Martin sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g. The last moments of my miserable life and that’s all that I Continue reading →

Does my bum look bad in this?

Does my bum look bad in this? The woman in the shop said no; girls will go wild over my Continue reading →

The eternal triangle

‘Hold on a minute, I’ve got the costumes in here somewhere. I’m Harlequin and you’re Columbine, Jack can be Pierrot. Continue reading →