A little while ago, a friend asked me if I wanted to be in a play. Thanks to the 'I wonder what would happen if' attitude I've adopted during my 20's, I thought about it for half a second before saying "fuck it, why not". The Midult I was expecting to feel nervous during the… Continue reading To be or not to be … what was the question?
My friend runs a market stall outside the post office in Chorlton. Every so often I pop down and help him out - usually by trying on all the sunglasses or buying stock from other people's stalls (mostly Plant Pot Pete whose impressive array of plants is feeding my cactus obsession). When he's not delboy,… Continue reading That time I (almost) hung out with the Doves