From great pain comes great genius. And let’s not muck about, Amy Winehouse, the gobby girl from North London, the unassuming jazz singer, had both in buckets.
Don’t get me wrong, it has its place. There’s a certain time for that kind of taste. It’s sneaky too, but lacks edge and leaves you peaky and blue. More punch was needed to fill you with glee. To leave you knee-deep in Peaches and Cream. Time to launch in. Setting the bar high you… Continue reading Vanilla backlash!
Without our vices what would we be? Giving in to our dark side seems so easy. Here’s a little poem about addiction.