Every thought I actually have and every single word I truly mean gets relegated to "draft" status on my blog. I wish I could just ...
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Wong Kar Wai has all the answers. Sid doesn't have any answers but he throws back alternative questions. I have no answers and am runnin...
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I recently spent 2-and-a-half hours in a place that used to be a favourite haunt, with someone I used to really like, talking about stuff th...
Hello and welcome back to me! I'm going to let my delusions of grandeur get the better of me and believe I was missed... sorely missed! ...
On Tuesday night, just as I finished posting on my blog, I had the weirdest feeling. My vision went all blurred, my ears felt hot and I coul...
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Would you like some salmon spread and crackers to go with the Sauvignon Semillon? Is your marriage falling apart?
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Now that Vee and I are back in each other's lives, I think about how much has changed and yet how little. She's not the little girl ...
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