‘Twas the night before Christmas in the small provincial town, soulless and starless with a dank reputation for brawls, bare bottoms and bakeries. Not a creature was stirring except Jack the monstrous crow-black cat perched high on La Cuff Hill Continue Reading
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Bruce Shankly (or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Clarinet)
There is no evidence to suggest that the recently deceased Bruce Shankly could ever play the clarinet. He was embittered from a young age when he realized that to become a concert clarinettist would mean learning the instrument. Yet remarkably, Continue Reading