Once upon a time, I travelled to Nashville to find Keith Urban. Instead, I found Holly, George W. Bush and the devil.
Once upon a time, I was told that boredom is the key to a stress-free life. After much musing, I believe that may be onto something.
According to the Morrison government, art is something we can do without. As the country destroys itself, is this something we should be worried about?
We’re culturally trained to believe that being in a relationship is the ointment to apply to our many problems.
Call it research, or perhaps sadism, but I’ve watched every Hallmark Christmas in existence. I have emerged, clued in, but numb. So very numb.