Friday, January 21, 2011


I'm not religious or spiritual but I am superstitious. I have particular regard for coincidence. I know it's base statistics, however the forward blush of embarrassment forecast is anathema

Happy to be hear


work the world to make, all is worms at end

whilst i, in my cups, say one thing or another. Perhaps you will listen. My best and oldest friend is ill, and I don't know what to say or do or be or stand off. See, that's the considered and always forefront British irony that gets in the way. Even though he's there. Even though I wished I had that outsider chic (but without one half of family murdered) Passive voice: it's the case that I can't say