A friend of mine has gone for an ascetic existence, having denounced the demon drink, and even resolved to stop swearing. His point was that if he really needs to swear, if he really needs to make a point, then the impact will be far higher if he is not normally known as a foul-mouthed […]
Living in San Francisco, it is hard not to get swept up in the waves of good vibes crashing against the famous car-chase hills. That’s my excuse for going through the books in the ‘self help’ section in a local bookstore when I used to live on Market Street a few years back. In SF,
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When I was a nipper, “the Fan Club” was synonymous with good times in Leicester. The Fan Club would let underage drinkers dance to mad music from Manchester amidst a gaggle of goths. Doormen, and I use the term loosely, were less interested in the age of the fun loving criminals within, and more interested
