raz0rtongue

At the start of the weekend when the crowds are just beginning to stir in their tents Glastonbury, heads throbbing, mouths furry and perhaps alongside a new friend - while Paris and Venice stir from disturbed humid throttling sleep, I've awoken in my London bed with the bright blue sky streaming through the glass feeling oddly empty.

This time of year at least in the...
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Just when you think you have it all sorted, and, to be fair, at my age you should, someone comes back into your life to throw it all into chaos and flux. Ain’t life grand?

Funny how Monday's always start off as a new beginning with great intentions. Like every Monday. Think I need to work on that strength of will a bit more.