
These are just fleeting thoughts from the heartland of the UK's colonial dustbin somewhere beyond the wall of sleep. Odd bits of music and so-called worldly wisdom may creep in from time to time. Don't expect too much and you won't feel let down. As ever AI and old age are to blame. I'll just leave it there ...
Friday, August 21, 2015
Now I've got an Instagram account. I've yet to use it in anger. Maybe my phone screen isn't quite big enough or maybe I've just not found the right thing to share. Perhaps now my life is headed in some new direction; no coffee, connected fully into social media, in a set pattern of haircuts, waking up early, eating porridge, feeding stray cats and taking regular showers. I didn't take the photo below either.
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