At this time of year in the kitchen of our compact but adorable sity apartment, when I boil water for vegetables, my cigarette smoke mixes with the steam and condenses against the wall to turn the paintwork from bright, Summery blues into the nicotene yellow of a caramel custard topping.
I love it.
Film - I was thinking about my love of cinema this morning and where it all came from. Visiting the cinema in the 1970s could have been viewed by some as a rathe...
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