I've been visiting my parents, and today, upon rummaging through one of their bookcases, I found a notebook of mine, gifted to me from them back in 2009. It's sparsely filled, predominantly because it's oddly shaped, so, awkward to write in. But also because, being a fucking massive colour snob, I snubbed it because it's… Continue reading 100 Days Of Blogging #4 – Writing Is Why I Do My Life
Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen 