If music were a woman then I think perhaps she would be my dirty secret rather than my soul mate.
You’d have thought I’d have given up on this idea by now wouldn’t you. But no. No I haven’t.
This week I will be covering gender fluidity, inappropriate love for South American animals, naked dancing and of course…Donald Trump.
Dirty haiku about Mick Hucknall
Just a thought or two
An ode to ignorance
just a few bits and pieces