BRAINDUMP

I don’t even care if that’s meant to be two words. I’m in full on rebuttal mode, fighting against all these people (all both of them) who say that I write inspirationally and wonderfully and whatever, when all I feel is that actually I’ve written nothing of merit in WEEKS, except some half-baked poetry, and…

Happy Easter, lovelies

I might as well, because it’s a day to celebrate, even if it’s just to join in with everyone else and be part of the bon-homie and chocolateyness. Yes there’s a deeper meaning, and if you look beyond the stolen pagan festivals, there’s something about a bloke coming alive again (quite why, in the age…