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I hung out at punk squats with pet rats and drum kits. The black lipstick wasn’t a success, but then, is it ever?
We're off to Albury once again, courtesy of the Write Around The Murray Festival.
Karaoke? Disco? I hate karaoke and disco about as much I hate, well, The Eurythmics. (Did I mention that I hate The Eurythmics?)
Sweet dreams are made of this: an appreciative audience of 450 people listening, crying, laughing, singing along.
Carpenter became a recluse: first painting houses, then studying to become a Buddhist monk. He drifted between cities during those lost years, buffeted by unknown storms.
As fitting as it was to imagine Mrs Hart perched atop a fleecy cloud, my sympathies were firmly with her howling, motherless child.