Cross my fingers, uncross the others
My fingers are always crossed right up until I’m on the air with you. The happy chance that it works for us every time can only be a run of luck. Â The flukiness of it all plunges my mind. But… Read more ›
My fingers are always crossed right up until I’m on the air with you. The happy chance that it works for us every time can only be a run of luck. Â The flukiness of it all plunges my mind. But… Read more ›
Doing the show is sometimes a lot like walking through a dream. There’s a concurrent feeling of being totally out of control and a sense of great power. I don’t know what’s going to pop up next, but I’m sure… Read more ›