Beginning. My journey through life is often marked by waypoints. Not so much comforters, because I…
Full exploitation was indeed achieved. The plan™ is now a finely-honed work of excellence. We have…
My phone really is knackered. I even trialled a new one, but the money-grubbing seller, who…
This is, as it happens, the 100th post since the switch to this domain. The other…
Last night was a reprise of that which I said to never speak of again. But…
<beowulf> don’t cross the memes <swm> or the fire station blows up and the ghosties are…
Mostly my life is surreal. The situations I find myself in can only lead to me…
So far, this year has been rather poor for the old musical releases. And the new…
What worries you more? The lies you have told? Or the truths? The fact that you…
Someone mentioned to me that they didn’t really understand this here weblog. He wasn’t the first…
Last night, some of the noted gentry, branes, chicks-with-amplly-filled-fluffy sweaters and a motley crew of misfits…
Note to Cambridge drivers: A red light means stop. As in you don’t go through it….
Leave the dark corners of the interweb alone. Go to the bright spots shone on by the Beautiful Ones
The wulf insists on text here...and I shall leave it at that.
I know people who didn't work at BlackStar, and they have weblogs too. These are they.
The State is not your friend
If you take the volumistic approach to photography, you will eventually have a few pictures which are semi-decent.
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This is the end, there is no more. The world is quiet here.
