I hesitated before dissecting the fractal cabbage.
Rare exemplary customer service in Belfast: great coffee, doled out without question to the enthusiast.
Glastonbury made me weird for four days after, in the middle of which I had the grandest (three-hour!) nose-bleed of my life.
Wife, blown
Hi, Viz
Proof, of that Great Connection, almost two years late.
Lonely, lonely, naked Tom, locked out of our hotel room.
White dog poo still exists!
Cobblers - old school sensory delight.
Young boy at bus stop: “Mommy, you see our Da? Why does he keep lyin’ ta you?”
