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.
Wednesday, 3 August 2011
Summer passion and scented things.
The Muses garden in full bloom.
A chance photo op on leaving the Cow last night. I've forgotten what the scent was.
Update: Thanks to an anonymous tip off I now know that it is vanilla.