I know I'm drinking myself to a slow death but then I'm in no hurry.
In America there are two classes of travel - first class and with children.
When we are dealing with death we are constantly being dragged down by the...
Whatever I'm doing I'm in that moment and I'm doing it. The rest of the world's lost. If I'm cooking some food or making soup I want it to be lovely. If not what's the point of doing it?
