Well, i finished the book that i was reading and i have started a new one, Slam, but now can't find where i have put it. So far i can't help thinking that the writer Nick Hornby should grow up, but i have read enough of his books to expect a twist soon so if i find it i will carry on.
Meanwhile i went past a sign stuck on a wall down in the local village advertising the opening of a local restaurant on May 1st...,or May 2nd.They are obviously still undecided.
On a positive note CD Baby.com (see April 13th) are as good as their words, though the album I selected contains both the most hypnotically amazing and the most terrifyingly discordant offerings in Jazz I have encountered.
MY BOOK! FINALY!!
The Self Published Writer's Cut.
One of these two.
A random image.
looking for sunny periods
I like shells
There to remind me
An old photo remains
can't click on this one yet (you can now - i found a reference to fourteen)
Who am i? What's going on?
A long and (not) winding road.
Always leads to my door.
Only ever meant to last the night...
One I Took Earlier.
an eye on autumn
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