Dear Lola, It’s hard for me to start this letter, mostly because in my mind I am trying to write it to myself, my younger self, my self 3...

It’s a Golf GTI. No, I don’t happen to know what year it is, the car I mean, the year on the calendar is 1999, but the car is timeless....

February 5, 2010 at 3:06 pm | In | It’s wrong. The last post. I just read it back and realised it couldn’t have actually...

The night was as still as chrome and twice as shiny. Jasmine would blow in the breeze, but the breeze has never touched this garden. Everything here...

February 1, 2010 at 6:09 pm | In | Blah Blah, just found out that I am possibly suffering from PTSD. Been signed off work for a month....