{It was my good friend @irrelephant’s post about coffee and his wee-but-growing-up lass that has inspired me to write about my introduction to joe, thirty years ago now, which would have made me all of about eight the first time we said hello. And you know what? Joe had me at hello.}
Four simple adjectives describe [...]
I’m willfully ignoring the fractory dress code today; not only am I wearing a denim shirt, but underneath that is my Kirsty MacColl t-shirt, the one I don every December 18th in her memory. The denim shirt is the only long-sleeve top I have clean and frankly, because it’s so cold at work that until [...]
Your name froze on the winter air
An empty bench in Soho Square
Forgotten now I turn away
Just save me for a rainy day
But don’t be sorry, I don’t want to hear it baby
My feet froze in the winter chill
I knew I’d probably get ill
But I was praying we could fill an empty bench and still
You’re so [...]
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