There’s something special about a good mystery. I don’t care if it comes to me in a radio drama, a book, a made-for-TV movie, or something else entirely, a mystery is a mystery is a mystery and I can’t get enough.
For the past three years I’ve been trying to figure out what to do with my living room lamps. Not only are they gaudy, with their pink-and-purple textured gloss, but they have massive shades, which draw all sorts of unwanted attention.
As a child of the 80s I grew up listening to music with a moral message. The songs were easy to remember, catchy, and taught you how to remember your phone number, what to do if you got in a fight, and even where hymns came from.