The other night I had a dream. I opened a letter and read it out loud on camera for this weeks show. What a nightmare.
Since I have been old enough to do so, I’ve hidden my face behind a beard. Shaving with a straight razor requires the sacrifice of attention.
It’s been really nice working outside. No internet.
A simple ceremony at the top of my Grandad’s world in St Peter’s in Thanet, 1932.
Shaving with a straight razor is fucking terrifying