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That’s a lot of leaves. You’d think it was autumn.
Another one from my train journey last weekend, with the iOS7 “Noir” filter applied.
Cooling towers at sunset.
This “short story” that I was going to knock out before getting back to my novel is growing into a behemoth. At 12000 words it’s thoroughly a novelette, and heading squarely for novella-land.
Shadows. New carpet on the landing at work, and the morning sun streaming in.
Hard Rock Calling. Bruce in 30.
First time I’ve ever been sad on getting the latest Iain Banks novel.
Twenty years of Meltdown and I’ve never been before. But tonight, Yoko Ono POB.
This one’s in memory of Banksie.
Sunsetting.
Onions & garlic sizzling.
Can you tell what it is?
The trees are looking lush now.
London in May. Looks like the church is on fire.
Waiting to give blood. Is this a healthy option?
Tulips outside my office in Paddington, yesterday.
Stoke Newington buggy jam. This is how the pubs are these days.
Hooray! @Savagesband album and EP.
This should be the Savages album.
Well-fired pain au chocolat. Still, they charged me less than usual.
