Punk Rock Party
A basking baking smouldering heat reigns supreme and I can stand any amount of it. The English, famed for their complaining [...]
A basking baking smouldering heat reigns supreme and I can stand any amount of it. The English, famed for their complaining [...]
Ranch: We get back from Beatherder late on Monday and it's still searingly hot. Helen has watered the greenhouse, and apart [...]
'I never even liked punk'. I said. 'Cover your ears Carmen'. Said Ticker. Louise was in the kitchen making a cup [...]
Ranch: In the grey midwinter, a tawdry clinging cold pervades, yet spring heralds in the shape of brand new electric-green hawthorn [...]
The Ranch: A basky balmy sordid humid heat intoxicates me for weeks and I'm relieved when it's over and the rains [...]
The Ranch: High gardening season has crept up quietly. Now, with a few exceptions (beans and squashes) it's time to plant, [...]
... sang the Black Eyed Peas in 2003. (and Roberta Flack and Donny Hathaway in 1972) Is there love on [...]