Clutching At Straws

Evening all.

Once more, this evening found me wandering the streets of the small "big" town looking for something interesting to blip.

I didn't find it.

I nearly found it, and then these two little moths alighted on the seat right in front of where I was thinking of setting up, obviously drawn by the lights of the big city, gathering to pay homage to the twin gods of adolescence and roundabouts, oblivious to all apart from their warm chips and cold breath, whispering away to each other about the future in front of them and the weirdo behind them.

The weirdo behind them promptly packed his camera away and sensibly retreated to the warmth and relative security of the coffee shop, where apparently you can't ask for a "black coffee with one sugar" it's an Americano and the sugar comes prepared in pre-packed wraps, like cocaine with advertising, and no,

"we don't do fucking Bovril " either.

night all


marillion