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Love in The Time of Corona I
The week in March when whispers on the wind start to reach us from Italy
The week in March when whispers on the wind start to reach us from Italy
My rents are growing older ungracefully and I don't know what to do
Can YouTube relationship coaches really nurse you through a breakup
Can picking up your old man from Heathrow go more wrong than this
Why does beauty move us and what does being moved even mean
Losing all bowel control in a quaint neighbourhood eatery is less fun that it sounds
The photo of my father in a yellow raincoat that became his most prized possession
The day started like any other for my bro walking along a beach in Barbados
Never figured I was a bath man until I had a bath man
The mystery of the ancient Amazonian brew that pries open your mind
A week on an Aeolian island was more tonic than I could handle
A few crumbs of wisdom the last ten years of life left lying around
No man has ever got himself into muddier waters with the lensing of a lone photograph
The heavy depressive episode that took its toll and taught me much at the same time
From the seat of a bike the city is a huge morphing beast that beckons to you
Going bald felt like the first sign of the Reaper rolling into town
Half an hour at sunrise and unlocking doors to unchartered realms
The bike is alive if you put your ear to the metal you will hear it whispering
A ten day bike trip through France released some demons