Tag: Diane Lester
Sunshine in Leith, haggis and a sore head.
Yup it’s that Sunday morning feeling. Tongue stuck to the roof of the mouth, eyes like a lab rats, body shaken and stirred and not…
Dynamite -the annals – is that how you spell it?
My little chickadee. My pal. The quiet one. A star of stage and screen. from Postman Pat to Dr. Findlay she’s done it all. Archive…