Spent too long in the pub missed a panel I wanted to see. Went to the wrong room, missed a panel I wanted to see and what I did go to dredge up a traumatic memory from childhood (Mystic Knights of Tir na nOg, if you must ask). Got to the opening ceremonies and burned a whole roll of film. Bought some cards from the Foglios and got a sore neck from the old camera.
Documenting this to film. If the camera's working anyway. It's from 1972. Moon-punk, according to one person.
I have found that I'm talking a lot more to people than I thought. And the earnestness is charming.
Documenting this to film. If the camera's working anyway. It's from 1972. Moon-punk, according to one person.
I have found that I'm talking a lot more to people than I thought. And the earnestness is charming.
I love the smell of rotaries in the morning. You know one time, I got to work early, before the rush hour. I walked through the empty carpark, I didn't see one bloody Prius or Golf. And that smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole carpark, smelled like.... ....speed.
One day they're going to ban them.