Whatever comes to mind before I alter it with the overpaint of time. Mostly satire, poetry and fiction but occasional unreliable fact, as all facts seems to be today. From deepest Notting Hill. London.
Tuesday, 27 July 2010
Copping out.
I hate to have to say this but tonight I had intended to write at length but I am so tired I'm copping out. Tomorrow is another day.
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