… like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.
London’s not burning. It’s melting.
Tag Archives: Poodle
Man cannot live on canapés and vitamins alone.
Dear Santa, define “good”.
Toil & white roses
Date: 26 October. Location: Couch. Everything hurts. And here’s why. Yesterday Bunky and I particated in Melbourne’s Great Amazing Race to raise money for the Royal Children’s Hospital. That last […]
An unsettlingly big place 