17/02/2026
Hey so, you should buy this song. Because it’s beautiful. Because doesn’t expect anyone to. Or expect this post.
Of course you can stream it, but imagine if you actually bought it. Imagine if 10 of us did. 20. 50. For the price of a coffee. Or dinner. Or a pint at the Telegraph.
All those years ago when I photographed you in the yucca, I captioned it: “If you’re a bird, I’m a bird.” I just said that again recently for the first time in ages. And I think we probably both now know what I really meant was, if you’re on the spectrum, I’m on the spectrum 😝. I adored you then and I adore you now. Not least because you’re really, truly beautiful and human and fallible, like us all.
I felt so protective of you here. A fledgling perched beside the nest, waiting, waiting. And now! 💫 Don’t ever stop. Keep writing, keep singing, keep fu***ng trying, even when it feels pointless and hard. You have already achieved so much. And I know our town tends to favour its sporting heroes over its creative ones, but that can change, and if not by you, then who?
I use this audience for diddly squat. Well, that’s not true, I’d go into bat for Molong any day. But today, I would really love you to click the link in my stories and buy Haylee’s song. Or listen (but also BUY it.)
And if you’re not convinced also, read the caption on the photo of her from 2019. Nothing is wasted. Everything comes back to you. And if you’re still not convinced, watch her make my dad cry at his birthday party. (I forgot that he commented on that, so I got to see his words today too.)