Feeling Ivor Cutler-ish

Been sharing some lovely unintentional Ivor Cutler poems. These make me smile. “Slippers For Feet” “Five Cakes. Eight Cakes. Served With A Jug of Cream.”   If you have never heard any Ivor …

The Unbearable Lightness of Being

Would you eat anything with a face? A jolly little gingerbread man with an icing smile? A jelly baby’s head? A fish cake? My cakey philosopher friend Chris explains that their very reason for …