Wise Deadwood words. One might hope that John Prescott had heeded them, if nothing else than to spare us the site of his ugly bloated face plastered all over the papers once again. A great bunch of days for English politics: John Reid's disappearing millions, Charles Clarke's disappearing rapists and Prescott's disappearing morality. Not that infidelity is much news these days but those who pretend to be the paragons of virtue and defenders of the free world might think a little about that whole words and actions thing. It's good to see the Blair Regime accepting responsibility for itself once again.
We are truly going to hell in a handbag.
Still, at least I have my secret double life. Where I can retire to a leather sofa on the end of the pontoon overlooking the river, having a chat and a quiet smoke with Mo whilst the sweet sounds of Mike's band rehearsing in the boat next door provide a gentle ambient backdrop to magic hour.
I'm going to try to get some more pictures up here. The land is being covered in a soft green shroud and it's really quite beautiful.
Tunes: Sleeper: The It Girl
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