Exorcised

Thirty years ago today, a twisted, wicked man died. This is the first year I've felt brave enough to stick two fingers up at his 'ghost' and tell him to get lost.

As you can see, still on the desperation blips but this one does fit my thoughts today.

Assignment now proof read and corrected. It will be delivered to the Undergraduate Office tomorrow, all being well that might provide outdoor blipping opportunities.

Yesterday's image was the grain in the oak of my wardrobe, either side of the gap between the door and the frame. The contrast was tweaked slightly.