Been in London (again) for a long ting, you'd never guess eh?
Filming wasn't too productive unfortunately but I did get to hang out with Wilko and Stiff for a couple of nights. Ian wears a cravat now. Please stifle your giggles.
And we went out with P. Divvy on Saturday night to a curry restaurant that had a DJ. There's nothing like doing the running man to help your lamb bhuna down.
After having been a keen admirer of simple graffiti for many years I thought it time to contribute to the collective pool.
Oh, and Rach and I went to Teresa's for dinner t'other night and she had these lovely quaint old books she'd picked up at a market. First a bear seemingly fucking a pig...
...then a poem about some of our nubian brothers.
In the '20's this was lovely and innocent. Aren't we lucky the world is devoid of and such prejudice now?
Mind you, I hate the Dutch.
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