I loved my neighbourhood a little bit more when I recently found a public toilet “reclaimed” for Humans.
I grasped at all the clichés: It’s for the best; I’m better off without the drama; I can now get on with my life. But none of them stuck. I continued to be consumed by loss.
One of the first things I noticed was the serious style on show – old Mods don’t die, they just become sharper dressers.
Most people probably get excited by the sight of a cat, a dog or even a human when they arrive home but in the absence of anything with a pulse, I’ve found a box of wine a fine substitute.
Will I ever discover a truly new musical genre that excites me more than anything I’ve ever heard?
From the first note of Etta James’ 1964 live album, Rocks the House, I get a good feeling
It’s great to catch up with old friends – find out what they’re up to, how they’ve changed (or not), share old jokes and stories.
Sometimes they don’t even have to be real people.