Category: Wishful Thinking

What A Way To Make A Livin’

In honour of my new work schedule, I’ve decided to sing a little tune for y’all. It’s a Dolly Parton classic from the eighties, updated for the slightly more hectic modern age. Maestro, if you please… Tumble out of bed and stumble to the kitchen; pour myself a cup of ambition, and yawn, and stretch, […]

Santa Claus Parade of Perversion

So I went to the Santa Claus Parade on Sunday. And I have to say, for a ‘wholesome’ event, attended by thousands of innocent babes and their rosy-cheeked parents, it was rather… disturbing. Maybe my eyes have been clouded by looking through the tough, gritty lens of city life for too long, but here is […]