New season, new format, new guests, fresh perspectives with a whole lot of sass. I can not wait to experience each episode with you.

Will he and Timi Fadipe lure Charles happily back to a life of George Clooney esq (pre 2014) bachelorhood? I could tell you but it will be a whole lot more fun for you to see for yourself:

One was in the papers

His eyes crinkle in delight I step into his outstretched arms. Even though it’s a crisp chilly morning, I only feel the warmth of him and that delicious manly smell of him.

I saw my father in his chair; rocking back and forth as he absent mindedly rubbed at his knuckles.
That familiar view of the after effects of a tough-love exchange. You’ve got to go there to come back is what my grandmother said

The cobwebs of deceit hang carelessly off the walls. Voices of disparage echo through the hallways, bedroom doors heaving with sighs and tears for what could have been…

I am a lady-in-waiting, waiting. And you, the Father Abraham of out time, have left me without a forwarding address or manual on how to raise your children. 

On the most judgmental stage of them all, we performed around the rules, shifted expectations and redefined the purpose of illusionists. We made magic, and fooled us all.

The irony of it though, of all the things you gave me this - inhumed us you left behind is all that’s lasted. The us that we were eats me up inside like a parasitic plant growing…

Bedroom exploding with random knickknacks that you only seem to find when you are looking for the one thing you cant have – like your youth, your sanity, your perfect ‘look at me now!’ body…

Yesterday we were performing not unlike the way we did when we first met. You reached out for your wallet as I argued that the bill should be split in half. We settled the tab but not our differences

And when I asked what do you do when the only person who can make you smile is the one who makes you cry, you loved me too much to hang around long enough to give me an answer.

You are furthest from my mind when our favourite song comes on and an Issey Miyake walks by…I do not think of you when I look in the mirror alone, without you standing behind me, holding me, saying ‘we