The afternoon after the night before...

It was a sheer miracle that any blip occured this day.

It took 2 dioralites, half pint of Tropicana, 1 vigorous shower, 3 basin-detol-nap combos, 3 spoons of cold custard, 1 struggle up that damn hill, 2 lunges at a flash kit, 1 search for the person I had to cancel on.... all just to get to this level of oBliperation.

Poor show, but it seemed to fit the mood and I do love a spot of Art school wit.

My personal favorite still remains the industrial toilet roll holder in the jacks near the painting studios with the words "ECA DEGREE DISPENSER" written on it...

"What's it all about Alfie?"... that's right, Cill, sing it like it is.