When we went to visit mum in Sunday, I brought along a pile of defrosted fruit because I was rather partial to the idea of something like an Eton mess. It sort-of-mostly worked, because there was a lot of fruit. I put my fatbit to one side when doing the washing up because it's not waterproof, and then entirely forgot about it until in sight of ( Read more... )

Since I managed to stave off a proper migraine by head it off at the pass visual stage with Imigran, I also managed to remember the name of John Cusack. However, Bastardos will have his tithe so I have now forgotten which leg to use next while half-way up the stairs some four or five times now ( Read more... )

Lomography.

Wisconsin head trip.

Ickle flower (of romance) deathboy wanted a bit of cheery news. The big Donovan ( Read more... )