Sometimes I wonder if there is something deeply wrong with me, apart from the blatantly obvious, I mean.
It is past 4am and I am in a state some may describe as ‘drunk’. This is bad enough on its own but there are several things that I cannot stop thinking about…
1) That I want a bowler hat.
2) That I should buy and read the complete works of William Blake.
3) The girl who works in the pharmacy I used today – not in that way, I am just convinced that she is a fictional character and not a real person.
4) Whether I should spend £300 on a smoking jacket and if I did, would I have to start smoking again?
5) How long it would take for my hand to dissolve in a bucket of coca-cola.
6) Whether I am right to believe my flat is impervious to attack by velociraptors.
This blog has no defined purpose other than to exist as a, mostly ignored, corner of the internet where things that I do can conjeal into a sticky mess and fester. I am twenty-eleven years old, single, I live in Nottingham, UK, I sit at a desk prodding data all day and in the evenings I study Art History, usually without any trousers on.
