Twisting my melon, man

Tonight I walked through the New Town. Peering into people's homes. And some offices.

And I saw the strangest sight. I really wished I'd had the nerve to blip it. I saw someone playing patience on their PC. how odd is that. Remember when we used to do that? Before we could access the internet...before blipfoto was invented... Maybe the culprit is stuck in 1996?

And how do I get stuck beside the shoutiest dullest woman in the pub?