Supercalifragilisticexpiali-fuck-it.

I saw Mary Poppins last week. I’ve always loved musicals, a by-product of my movie mania. Grease, Chicago, Oliver – I’ve seen ’em all, from West End to Broadway baby. But come Friday night, I had to admit that I’m either more cynical than a g-string in a retirement home, or I’m too old forContinue reading “Supercalifragilisticexpiali-fuck-it.”