I have discovered recently that the storehouse of addresses I thought I had appears to be nothing more than a fevered creation of an overworked brain.
The upshoot:
If you'd like me to have your address/telephone/email address/headshot/locker combination/friendship bracelet then drop me a line at cyranocyrano (at) gmail (dot) com.
The upshoot:
If you'd like me to have your address/telephone/email address/headshot/locker combination/friendship bracelet then drop me a line at cyranocyrano (at) gmail (dot) com.