This week, the darkness is on haitus. You get a lucky escape. And rather than a book review, you get pictures of Prague from my walk home from my swing dance class. Because occasionally I’m in a social mood–only, since…
This week, the darkness is on haitus. You get a lucky escape. And rather than a book review, you get pictures of Prague from my walk home from my swing dance class. Because occasionally I’m in a social mood–only, since…
I’m so bad! I lied. I promised to help you topple the world and, instead, I had so much fun reading a series that I was briefly brainwashed into happiness! So, let’s simmer on the revolution for this week and…
To hide from the terrible things in the world, I will attempt to wreak a bit of joy before I return to the real world in my next post [which will be the incendiary and hope-reviving “8 steps to toppling…
People get up to weird crap in Prague. Don’t believe me? Feast yourself on the following bits taken from various incidents, some noted in the journal I used to keep while waiting for the tram to work pre-Covid: We’re only…
So the last time I went to a swing dance event, it ended with my ex lounging like a lord in the corner of a dance hall with ladies lounging all around him like coily pretties. Like seriously. And me…