I squeezed a massive spot behind my ear the other day. It was probably a day off being absolutely ripe, nevertheless, or perhaps because of that, it was, by a country mile, the most satisfying thing that’s happened to me in the last five years. No, I tell a lie, seven years. Before I’d even … Continue reading July 16 – Le Freak, c’est chic.
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July 3rd – God save Donald Duck, vaudeville and variety.
I am waiting for the stony-faced middle-aged man to turn up and say, ‘are you ready?’ And who, if pressed, would add, ‘you’re going to die in the next five minutes, we can do it the hard way, or the easy way, what’s it going to be?’ A dread fear consumes me.

