Monthly Archives: July 2011

I am so so sad to hear the news of Amy Winehouse’s death yesterday. She was only 27 years old. And in a popular culture full of manufactured, plastic dross, Amy was the real thing. Her voice and the emotional … Continue reading →

I hate olives. I loathe them. They taste like the particularly acrid semen of a man who doesn’t get his five a day. There, I said it. I have tried to like olives. I mean really tried. I have put … Continue reading →