Hmm.

I've not been feeling particularly wordy lately. Either I'm too tired, busy, lazy, miserable, happy or not miserable or happy enough to be interesting about it. Having just returned from le Yann Tiersen gig at the Junction, I'm sufficiently reanimated enough to say the following things:

There is always time for Nandos.

Must remember to make a parody folk singer character who screams and can whistle through his ears (not based on Yann Tiersen).

Yann Tiersen has the loveliest eyes.

Joanna is always right.



Night, my luffs. Kisskisskiss.