A battered shop front in Charlotte Street, Edinburgh. Naturally I accidentally read the first name as Bedlam but then realized I'd got it completely wrong. The story in my head fizzled out at that point.
Part of a French style breakfast and hangover cure that my daughter in Aberdeen kindly put together for us. A happy memory.
A strange piece of Gerald Scarfe memorabilia from a 1974 Usher Hall gig/tour that I attended.
My desktop tends to be littered with "useful" images and docs that I fully intend to explore or utilize some fine day. In my head these are harvested and stored away in the hope that they will "really come to mean something". These are a few examples.
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