Stevenlaw's Close

Autumn is upon us and no mistake.

By the time I'd completed the day's work it was dark, wet, windy. So was my mood when I discovered I had to pop out for milk. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I went on a slightly longer than necessary forage for a pint or two of coo' and ended up with this little beauty.

The front of this is a rather nice mid to high end hotel but the back is gritty grimy and distinctly urban.

A black pen on white ish wall in the esteemed company of Dime and others (out of shot), it sports a zippy double underline.

The perfect wind down from a 13 hours shift. Not your usual ashtanga yoga or hot stone massage or chilled bottle of sauvignon blanc, but it works well for me. D'you think it'll catch on?

Extra is the one that didn't make the cut from the Creel HQ one of last week