And crashing on the rocks of reality.
Man is born free, except when he isn’t.
How far would you go?
False beards and plucky heroines abound!
Writing history that feels like a golden age detective story. I think this may be my favourite TPH ever.
By which I mean a guy who only committed two murders. Baby steps.
Not me doing murder, rather murder being done a hundred and twenty hears ago, and me writing about it. Very nasty column written in time for Halloween – will have to edit/source images tomorrow to make the deadline.
Back to the World Fair. It’s surprising how many of these tie together.
The kind that resulted in a death sentence, no less. Nasty man.
Tonight I sat in a bar and wrote up a gig report with a pint of Guinness. I feel like I’ve wandered into somebody else’s life. It’s pretty nice here.