Month: January 2011

Tuesdays With Queenie

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It’s raining on the Isle of Dogs, just another attempt in vain to try and soothe this smouldering mass of heat into clean remission, as ocean going liners in their tens and twenties set forth to sell a dying empire to far flung nations sick to death of Britannia. And Queenie opens up. “I’m only alive when I’m singing,” Queenie says, “when I’m not singing, I’m not alive, but when I’m singing for a certain […]