• Jake Russell


As I write this, I’m sitting with my brother Joe having some cake and tea on the breeze tickled terrace of a right delightfully swanky hotel up in the hills of Mallorca drinking in the serene and quite supreme beauty down through the valley to the big blue sea. It’s Sunday 13th September, what would’ve been our dad’s 66th birthday, and it feels fitting to be here today—the kind of place he’d love to come for a treat, and so this one’s for you dear pops, a short and bittersweet, love-filled happy birthday. And to my brothers Joe and Michael, I’m just damn glad I’ve got you. And to you, me and anyone who reads this, as our dad rather rudely discovered and all too soon, our hearts might at any moment tap out their final beat, so while there’s rhythm in the ticker yet, let’s eat cake and dance. He wouldn’t want it any other way. With love, Jake x

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