I love the endless-possibility-feeling of a Saturday morning, when the living is easy*. An epic evening of acoustic blues at Sinkshack with Badword, Poet Programmer and the guys from The Black Cat Bones ensured a fragile morning ensconced in feather duvet and The Rattle Bag. I have no idea what I will do the rest [...]

Staying with your parents, unless you are visiting and/or sozzled for the duration, is a very bad idea. This time around The Peace lasted only 3 days*. Sigh. So. I am moving to Midrand; Wawa offered us a place to stay till their son is born mid November. Then we will probably stay with Badword [...]