A funny thing happened on the way to the mirror. But it’s a house not just of one mirror, but many; and they are, quite simply, life.
Elvis Presley would have been 86 today. I remember the day he died.
She’s funny, gutsy but vulnerable, and has a wardrobe that Elton John would envy.
I like to imagine that at Link’s funeral, as the coffin is about to depart, the lid rises up and a voice says…
He was probably that kid at parties who won the final prize during Pass the Parcel, because the adults had to fix it to stop him throwing a sulk when he lost.
Does anyone really care that Hilaria Baldwin “faked” her Spanish heritage?
Andrew is a freelance sports commentator, whose day job came to a halt when the virus put paid to sporting activity. Like so many whose income hit the pause button, he turned to other activities and took solace in his two faithful companions, adapting his commentating style to report on their day to day lives.
DON’T… Be lazy, drunkenly heading for the bathroom in the middle of the night. The white telephone table in the hallway only looks like the toilet; you have several more feet to go.
I brushed up on my French and started to learn Italian and Spanish (again). The Italian has been going quite well; the Spanish less so. But given that I lived in Spain for 10 years and got no further than “taco” and “Don’t kill the f*****g bull!”, that’s hardly surprising.
When a movie has the title I’m Thinking of Ending Things, and the opening voiceover begins with a character saying precisely that, you’re kind of interested. I made it to a little over half time when, quite frankly, I was thinking of ending things.