Eventful day
Yep, been out for twelve straight hours, got lost in Manchester (tried to find Victoria Station and ended up in Salford), missed the train I meant to get and ended up sitting in the Metro Cafe for ages, coincidentally with a copy of Metro 2033 in tow, then went to see mum. We had a great conversation about art, philosophy, psychology, university, how piss-poor the rail system in this country is and she had a look at my dodgey knee (she's a qualified physiotherapist). When I explained what happened, she had a poke about, said the ligaments had been damaged and that I should've gone to the doctor when my knee first fucked up (months ago) but there are reasons why I haven't. She did some incredibly painful massage-type stuff on it because there's a build-up of fluid around the back of it, so I have to keep doing that for 5 minutes twice every day and stick the support bandage on when I go out. Fun. Hopefully it will actually sort the problem out, though.
I also brought my deer skull (a roe buck yearling) back, his teeth are loose but otherwise he's in great condition.
Here are some pictures of things that I have come across today...
The train I got into and back from Mills Hill (more like Silent Hill!) was a bit 'classic', i.e. a rustbucket from the 70s, by the look of it. The trains between Macclesfield and Manchester are more modern but also usually more crowded. :/
Bog graff at Sandbar; stopped off there for a while after getting back into Manchester; did some reading and doodling.
You just did... what?
Good to know!
The question is: How good is porn?
More Sandbar graff.
And that's it. I'll get some pictures of the skull in the morning, when there's natural light about (my phone camera is even shittier than usual under artificial light).
I also brought my deer skull (a roe buck yearling) back, his teeth are loose but otherwise he's in great condition.
Here are some pictures of things that I have come across today...
The train I got into and back from Mills Hill (more like Silent Hill!) was a bit 'classic', i.e. a rustbucket from the 70s, by the look of it. The trains between Macclesfield and Manchester are more modern but also usually more crowded. :/
Bog graff at Sandbar; stopped off there for a while after getting back into Manchester; did some reading and doodling.
You just did... what?
Good to know!
The question is: How good is porn?
More Sandbar graff.
And that's it. I'll get some pictures of the skull in the morning, when there's natural light about (my phone camera is even shittier than usual under artificial light).