There had been concerns raised and questions asked when this year’s Annual Convention for the Follicly Challenged was to be held in mid-July at Camber Sands.
For over 300 years they’d been living in plain sight, deep within central America but now, it seemed, they had been summoned home.
It wasn’t so much that they were bad kids, far from it…
8pm, he’d proposed. Early enough for the warmth of the early summer’s day to still be lingering, and late enough for the skies to be kissed by night.
I originally called this one “Kryptonite” but Greg changed it. That’s OK. Honestly. It’s OK because I’d originally thought of… Read more Lockdown Song Writing: Ray of Light