Whoa! Looks it's the 19th or whatever already. Soon it will be the festival of over-consumption and I shall hide under the stairs - if I could in fact get under the stairs. I mean, I could get under the stairs I suppose but I'd have to take the bath out first and that's not going to happen is it?
The trip recently doon sooth revealed this image to me. Obviously I was still in Scotland - one can tell, but some hundreds of miles, British miles that is, south of here.
Love this sort of revolationary image. It speaks to me. I think it was in a station. Rails and all that sort of thing - and pasty stalls. there always seems to be a pasty stall now.
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Oh yes!
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