This thing we’ve got is alive…it seems 2 transcend the physical
It’s Summer 1988. Perms are in, everyone still thinks George Michael is straight, and I am in love. Continue reading
This thing we’ve got is alive…it seems 2 transcend the physical
It’s Summer 1988. Perms are in, everyone still thinks George Michael is straight, and I am in love. Continue reading
I’ve been running regularly for eighteen months, and it still surprises me. Before this stint, I was mainly sedentary with the odd gym-binge. Usually during a rare active phase, I managed 6 months at the treadmill before tailing off. Even when I got married I managed only 3 months of concentrated exercise. Continue reading
I had a reunion with an old friend last week.
If you’d stumbled on the scene, you’d have recognised the heaving sobs of reconciliation, and regret at not seeing each other earlier. Continue reading