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Bramble Rose


“I’m gonna be Molotov !” (none of the images contained in this article were shot in my house…) It’s just as well that Tift Merritt came round for dinner. Worrying about the cooking stopped me being so nervous about talking to her. How did this come about ? Well, it’s a tale of jetlag, Oliver’s …

***WARNING: IMPENDING PIGEONHOLING OF COMPLEX GENRE IN ORDER TO A) USE A FAVOURITE QUOTE B) AVOID HAVING TO ENGAGE IN LENGTHY AND POTENTIALLY ILL-INFORMED/WRONG CONSIDERATIONS OF WHAT THE GENRE ACTUALLY IS AND C) BECAUSE I CAN’T THINK OF ANY OTHER WAY TO GET INTO THIS. WARNING OVER.*** “Just gonna go home, lie down, and listen …