She dreams of Staten Island she never dreams of Walthamstow
My friend saw a tiny ginger popstar in a toilet and woke me up. I saw where Princess Diana came a cropper and lots of pictures of Jesus and a ghost cow and naked women and sperm but it was art. I went down a slide and up a tower and saw two Frenchmen pretend to be a river. Richard Wilson scowling. Met a new LJer who failed to bring a spider. Sausage and mash. Crepe and Nutella. Churches. Trains. Bells. Robbing the casino at Deauville. Sleep? More details to follow.