Scratching my back with George

It’s been a loooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggg time in the making, but I’m finally in Italy. When I was in year two at school, eight years old, we had a teacher who loved to play guitar and sing, so to help us remember the things we were being taught we would write songs. I think he secretly wanted... Continue Reading →

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