March 2007

The Swedish Girl

It was tuesday, new people always come on tuesdays. A sea of people, pale and overweight were waddling off the purple and lime green striped busses and worrying about their luggage. Brown skinned hotel staff in off white uniforms were briskly ushering the new arrivals from the stone entrance into […]

Where were you in the summer of 1981?

I know many of you were either not born, or perhaps you were playfully running around in huggies (and bless your heart) but I was playing junkie punk rocker with no feelings by day (all day every day,) and testing out eyeliner and deep blue eye shadow, textured scarves and […]