Whatever comes to mind before I alter it with the overpaint of time. Mostly satire, poetry and fiction but occasional unreliable fact, as all facts seems to be today. From deepest Notting Hill. London.
Sunday, 16 August 2009
The photograph is blurred as a result of my excitement.
I could not make this up.
I don't think I would really like to make it up.
I am thinking of having a tattoo that simplly says 'kill me, I've had enough.'