Looking, Walking, Being.

When I was a kid I used to wheedle, beg and plead every night so I could watch MASH. What a fantastic show that was. Problem was, it was on at 8 o'clock at night which was my bedtime. My Mum, after being subjected to the kind of negotiations usually only seen in hostage situations;... Continue Reading →

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