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 ›