Living with…Madonna…for a week
I. Madonna on the Wall Madonna was the first woman who shared my bedroom. On the wall. There is an age that a boy reaches when his mind turns to how he can… Continue reading
I. Madonna on the Wall Madonna was the first woman who shared my bedroom. On the wall. There is an age that a boy reaches when his mind turns to how he can… Continue reading
If we were to meet up for tea, I think we’d find I don’t have much in common with Elton John. Its fair to say we move in different circles. He has more… Continue reading
After the feel-good of Neil-good Diamond, it may not be the natural place to go, but this is where I find myself – Nirvana – a place where sumptuous emotions are cast aside,… Continue reading