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.
Showing posts with label tutu. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tutu. Show all posts
Thursday, 7 February 2013
Thursday, 23 February 2012
Tutu. Harp. Wishful thinking.
What is it about tutu's? I spotted this one in St Martins Lane this morning.
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