They say that the sense most strongly associated with memory is smell. And I have experienced this – standing on the escalator at Parliament Station with the scent of burning train brake-pads in my nostrils, I had my consciousness slammed twenty years back into the previously murky recesses of my 6 year old self,Continue reading “Scottie’s Soapbox 2: Even Soapier”
Self indulgence at its finest
Exit Pursued by a Beer 