Down and out, it can't be helped but there's a lot of it about. With, without. And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about? Out of the way, it's a busy day, I've got things on my mind. For the want of the price of tea and a slice the old man died.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Scenes from a homeward commute
From last night. This is the kind of sky painters have wet dreams about.
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