Month: November 2022

Indulgeth Us!

You would assume, after all my semi-aggressive attempts at marketing (semi-aggressive by my standards, as a totally meek, shy, spineless etc person),which includes freezing in a cave for a photo-opportunity, that my book has been around forever ago… but, much… Read More ›

Channeling Miss M

While feasting on yet another lamb dish in a café in Reykjavik I asked my friends Eric, Oxali, and Carina if they had seen the trailer for the latest Joel Lamangan magnum opus, My Father Myself. Eric and Carina hadn’t,… Read More ›