Living Unabridged

I think it’s safe to say I needed to cry. It’s the only explanation for the fact I sat there in the front row, face streaming by the time the first song had finished. It must have already been there, waiting to spring out at the slightest provocation. There was a time when I was…

Pramkicker: It Started In A Café…

Back in the distant yorey days of 2014 my friend Sarah and I were in a café. I was ploughing on with a triple shot Americano even though I’m a bit allergic, & Sarah was staring at me wondering why I didn’t just order tea. While we smalltalked a stream of mothers filled the cafe…