“She’s the colour of a magazine”

– something I wrote about Suede, and glam rock, to help aid and justify a delicate day after the night … More

“All I do is play the Spaceball Ricochet”- a love letter to Marc Bolan

“Your diamond hands will be stacked with roses/And wind and cars and people of the past” A couple of days … More

The Saviour. The absolute saviour. I’ve just been on holiday in Dover for the weekend- one of those weekends which … More