We found a flier in our mailbox the other day from a person looking for a car space, and since we A) have a car space and B) don’t need it, we called him up. Turns out it’s one of our neighbours and he popped round with his partner last night to pay a deposit. And guess what? It’s the piano man! We’ve been enjoying the sounds of jazz piano every weekend for nearly three years now, and I’ve always wanted to meet the musician responsible. Maybe he’ll let me phone in requests…
Important Note
This site features content going all the way back to 2000. The posts you’ll read reflect my views and writing style at the time. While I have gone back to clean up a few of them, I think it’s important not to sanitise too much. This site is a record of who I am and how I’ve grown. Any blog post written years ago may not reflect who I am today, nor how I would write about the same topic today.