ni.chol.as

The sign above the stairs down to the toilets reads, “Tight Ship People, Tight Ship”. An exhortation to watch the slippery floor would have been more useful. It was like someone had spiked the cleaner’s mop and bucket with KY lube. I have been convinced to come here tonight, partly against my better judgement. It [...]

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been, ooh, seven months since I posted. Winter is brutal to the desire to write or photograph or indeed do anything at all other than ensconce oneself in a warm bed and talk bollocks at IRC.
I did end up going to all those concerts mentioned in [...]