Chichester.

I thought I'd take a day off from the heady world of rock and roll today, and accompany Gill to Chichester to see the Virginia Woolf exhibition at the Pallant House gallery. We'll, I left Gill to enjoy VW in peace and took a stroll through the town (city). I spent 26 years as a teacher at St Richard's, and thought it entirely fitting that I should go and pay my respects to the old boy. I must admit, though, that in this statue outside the cathedral, he bears more than a fleeting resemblance to the Dark Lord, Voldemort. Is that a sin? Perhaps only a venial one. Catholic guilt complex to the fore, here! (Again).