Personal odour

I think I smell of curry. Found on Unlucky Friend’s dining table: millions of small bits of soggy paper. He had washed his driving license in his jeans pocket. We drank Guinness last night, and talked writing and music. Listened to a rarities DVD by the Doves. The Doves are…

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This is where it begins…

Slowly, but inexorably, I am turning into an old git. A year ago, I gave up office life to become self-employed. I downshifted. I now work by myself, staring at a PC screen for much of the day. I am less stressed, less worried. I enjoy life more. I am…

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