Last week passed on wings of delirium. It started so well. Monday was a day of music and words and
I was feeling grim. In fact, if you’ve got a moment (and with due gratitude and apologies to Richard Curtis,
Modern life is strange. Not just the nonsense (you know what I’m talking about) – that’s just nonsense and I
I can’t dance. I’m not made for it. Flappy feet, stiff legs, immobile hips. A dance disaster waiting to happen.