The other day I found myself inexplicably in the programme for a musical theatre festival. As terrifying as it was to sing on stage whilst wearing just my nautical pants, it didn’t seem as scary as those times when you’re walking down the street with your friend, and they bump into their friend, and you don’t quite know what to do – do you stand there and smile, or just nod furiously?
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Chris is an artist, writer and occasional jam maker. He is co-writing a philosophy cookbook as part of a preserve concocting double team known as Jammatology.…
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