I’m aware my last couple of posts have been a little introspective so, hell with it, let’s have a frock-obsessed post for a change. I have a thing about Forties Fashion. There, said it. As a drab-monger I haven’t changed my look since 1983 (black jeans, black T-shirt, varying levels of swelling/shrinking as fad diet… Continue reading [Fashion] Fixated on Forties’ Frockage

It’s been nine years since I had sex. There, said it. And the odd thing? I don’t miss it at all. But let me take a step back, there is a reason for that odd outburst. Firstly, it’s a new year, which means one more tick on the wall in my inner-monk’s cell. And secondly,… Continue reading [Philosophy] The story of Misty and Sirah