Not the moon

The moon is utterly fabulous tonight, all the way home from Dundee it was low in the sky, really really close, and shining artistically through every dammed tree between here and there

By the time I got home it had pinged right to the top of the sky and was a mere speck in the distance, so even though I raked out the gorillapod and fiddled with shutter speeds and exposure comps you have the bedside table of a small boy.

The lava lamp is one of his prize possessions and is right up there with the cool joke book and his clock radio.