Sometimes I’ll look at an old photo of my mum and just stare at it. I have no idea why. My thoughts go blank. My…
Continue reading → Physical form is a temporary feeling. Love and memories are within you always.
Back in my early years, between the age of 8 – 16 I was almost attached to my bike, like a prison guard escorting a…
He stood on my step, his weak smile was fooling no-one; “hey buddy” I greeted him as we swapped stares. “Hey” the pause lingered for…
It was around 1996 when I realised I wanted to be different. I realised at the age of 10 that I had already seen too…
So, a weeks’ worth of Instagram live feed everyday has gone down well. Before I go into some highlights of the feeds, I’d like to…
Continue reading → Chat from last week – based on the Instagram live feeds!
