The suburban diary of an international fetish object. My only regret is that I did not commence it in my youth.
Start here and continue in chronological order by following the links at bottom right, starting with “In which my nature…”
The suburban diary of an international fetish object. My only regret is that I did not commence it in my youth.
Start here and continue in chronological order by following the links at bottom right, starting with “In which my nature…”
Instant image of Marlon Brando patting down his sweaty bonce in a soggy cave…the horror indeed
I wonder, if you ever had the time…3.47 seconds to listen to an original piece of music by me….it’s a ballad of sorts about the cold blooded shooting of a Dublin man whom I knew well…recorded in Finglas last November. Thank you sir. https://soundcloud.com/philipjmcandrew/flying