I haven’t had the best of weeks, and over a rainy, miserable bank holiday, not the best of long weekends.
The artwork comes from a rather strange person who has decided to improve the lot of humanity by designing a font that enables people to reproduce a variety of crime scenes.
It’s a strange world – but then hey, who am I to criticise anyone?
Now where did I leave my machete; I’m in a Tarrantino sort of mood. My Jazz friends will know the reason why.
Got some sway into my shoulders anyway.
Trevor Tomkins, on the left there, playing immaculate drums as ever.
In the quiet moments?
I was scheming the kind of thoughts that get you into trouble. So not so bad for the tail end of a grumpy kind of weekend.
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