I sat on the top deck of the airport bus, looking down upon the congested lanes of the freeway. We must have passed a thousand drivers.
This is the story of a Lego lighthouse keeper who loves his wife, and wanted to write the world's best Christmas Rap album.
"We'll upgrade you to something more comfortable," the car-wrangler told me. This was the first sign something was wrong.
It took me until the last week of the Fringe to convince Vanessa to join me in the mirror maze...
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