Kaput

That's me and the amplifier. Poor thing - dropped a bottle of whisky on it, with the cork off, and it got a little wet. Not that I'm bothered about the amp. Always an excuse to be buy a new one but the whisky is a tragedy. Port Ellen, 23 years old and eleven years being carefully sampled on my wee boy's birthday - a present from his mum. So that's two years worth gone.

I'm kaput from the return to work and the getting up at 6am and the cycling and the not having a nice wee afternoon nap. Ellen's always happy to help with the photos though.