

The Beat Goes On
Life throws it's fair share of shit sarnies - focus on the glimmers to keep us going


Nothing Really Matters
Ever since I was a little girl I’d always loved the annual ritual of putting my Christmas tree up, usually on or shortly after my birthday on the second of December each year. It involved me putting a Christmas film on, usually National Lampoons Christmas Vacation which never failed to amuse me, often with a mug or two of mulled wine, while I painstakingly unravelled and hung the lights on just so, before one by one placing my vast collection of ornaments on the lit up tree









