Perhaps I should construct a life where I wander through pleasantly empty and welcoming boho bars while listening to New Order and pass through the slipstreams of curry houses on the way to somewhere else, using the passages that I find for myself rather than the ones the city provides.
Perhaps I already have one like that. Who can say?
This evening's score-draws:
DateRight eyeLeft eye
5/3/20103326
23/3/20102423
Eyes normal for a full house. Well, less abnormal anyway. I am constitutionally incapable of 'normal', as any fule no. Someone must have done Molesworth macros by now, surely. No can has the mrs joyful prize for rafia work, whizz for atomms is whizzy, etc.