Del Hughes My cadence has crumbled as my voice richochets through the panoply of pitch – bouncing from bass to…
Del Hughes I’ve said in earlier articles that though I possess a healthy Scully-esque scepticism for all things abstruse and…
Del Hughes Compared to some of my recent escapades, this adventure is actually rather tame – no nocturnal rituals…
Del Hughes Right now I’m ugly-crying, the bin’s brimming with sodden kitchen-roll (Regina XXL), and my eyelids are so swollen…
Del Hughes My hair’s brushed, I’ve got lippy on and I’m wearing a bra for the first time since Covid.…
Del Hughes We’re one minute into the Witching Hour, the full moon is low in the sky and I’m on…
Del Hughes When real life becomes too unsettled, too sad or simply too alarming, and the continual lurch from one…
Sarah Morgan Jones Over the last year one of my favourite tasks on Nation.Cymru has been to prepare cultural and…
Del Hughes I’m starkers, sweating, smeared in petroleum jelly and wondering why the hell I let Jen talk me into…
Del Hughes My Kangoo (a.k.a. Geoff) is fuelled up, his engine is purring beneath the turquoise bonnet and the besom…
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