Dear Fear, It has been a rather co-dependant relationship we’ve had the two of us.
Gripping each other in cold dark cinemas. Embracing each other before launching off cliffs.
We’ve spent evenings with our dear friend Red Wine, and debated the pros and cons of bad relationships, of moving out, of moving on.
But the moments when we’ve been most intimate have been before we had to select the word ‘publish’.