fear is as grey as a cold winter day, it makes you stop and think, it makes you analyze your every move, thought, emoution, and deed. every word sprung from your mouth is cautiously examined and reheared. Fear freezes your blood and seizes the air from your lungs. It’s icy grasp tingles and resonates within… Continue reading Fear

The Sandwich Salesman

Call me Arthur. My parents did and, rightly or wrongly, it has stuck since then. My mother was born in London in Nineteen Fifty-Three, my father, elsewhere and at a later date. People will tell you that to make it in a place like Melbourne, you need to be at least one of three things:… Continue reading The Sandwich Salesman