I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me, too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you . . ”

Frida Kahlo

it's back on now in case you're wondering. you're not? oh . . .

btw. Daisy was nowhere to be seen. well good for her for avoiding this seasonal shitshow. I hope she's sunning her pale skin somewhere tropical. I had a lovely mumsie checkout lady instead. we spoke of the rain and floods. always back to the rain . . .

ah Piccadilly, my nan's favourite, along with Fussell's condensed milk in her tea . . .

oh dear. there have definitely been more misses than hits this year . . !

if my attempts at writing ever come a fraction close to Kerouac's I will be a happy man. in the meantime. it's feet up and keep hydrated man . . .

I guess I'm just a little bit biased atm having my heart return to its normal groove. more like the steady beat of a long playing record than the shock and blast of a 7" single. and there is a clarity of mind when your internal rhythm drops suddenly from 130bpm to a cool running 50 . . .