I’m saving for a holiday, so i’m staying out of pubs. I have decided to watch the wire from the beginning again.
I’m noticing that there are certain parallels between me and a dope fiend from the projects or a stevedore looking to bulk out his poor finances. I’m spiralling out of control, i’m up to two maybe three episodes a day.Except my habit is a crime drama box-set. I’m on the verges of not getting much vitamin-d and being seen as anti social.
My friend James and I, in the lost garden of Heligan, Cornwall. Last year. I’ve still got that yellow sticker on my sheepskin coat. And thanks to my thermos, I can enjoy good coffee, everywhere i go.
N.C. Wyeth illustration for one of my favourite books.
My housemate has a cat, who you can see here on my shoulder. It is my intention to draw the cats affection. From her to me. My housemate sent me a text asking me to feed the cat…. Little does she know this only aides my plan.
I’m gearing up for winter after reading the Daily Express.
Concorde Métro Station, Paris
I’m not nationalist. But i’m competitive with some things. So if I see a Metro station that is more beautiful than a London underground station, well it cuts to the core.
Well done Paris, you unfathomable bastard. This doesn’t mean I like Von Haussmann or the Sacre Coeur. But you had me at the tiled lettering.
There should be a political party called “lets all just be a bit quieter”.