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.
Thursday 23 February 2012
Tutu. Harp. Wishful thinking.
What is it about tutu's? I spotted this one in St Martins Lane this morning.
And Harps? I found this one in Notting Hill.
All that is needed now is someone to wear the tutu while playing the harp. That's not asking too much is it!
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