While reading the paper yesterday, admist tales of fig roll shortages on the supermarket shelves of Great Britain, Brazilian priests drifting off to sea suspended by 1000 helium filled party baloons and some extremely disturbing happenings in an Austrian cellar i notioced that it was Bill Cottons 80th birthday.
As a young boy our saturday evening family rituals were timed around his wake-up call and although i am now surprised to learn that he wasn't already 80 at the time i want to add my "happy birthday" to the millions he warrants.
ps. I understand if you give up pretty quickly when you watch this video.
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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