Wet-Lipped Women With Greasy Fists

I do sometimes wonder if I’m a bit of an uncritical, umm critic when I’m rhapsodising over the last LP … Continue reading Wet-Lipped Women With Greasy Fists

Where the Wild Roses Grow

If this is my sole legacy to the world, then so be it. Continue reading Where the Wild Roses Grow

”When you’re sad and when you’re lonely / and you haven’t got a friend / Just remember, death is not … Continue reading Sick Aid