Mmm... the oddly sweet numb-pain caused by a lack of sleep. The naps. The up-all night scribbling... Had a wander around in the outside world today. Bought the entire works of Oscar Wilde for £1 in a discount bookstore. And William Burrough's Last Words for £2 in hardback. Also £1.50 on a gluten free baguette for me tea, reduced from £2 because it had snapped in half.

See, that's what happens when I try to tell you about me . You don't need to know this crap do you? You want little snippets of vague-potent spookiness, right?

Rollo