But the guttural mutterings of horny communist body builders was the symphony of healthy pleasure I needed.

The Death of St. Alban
Originally uploaded by Dolores Luxedo.

it's 2006 baby
last year i was 24

this year I'm going to be 25

so as we ran across the sand and dirt and bomb craters towards their trench, someone looked at us, and told us that we were getting a bit over the top.

and so with christmas over we spent a day with tea being made for us by the second best machine. machine! and then onto the carriage with little jo white and a tiny torch.

call. call!

"this ain't the summer of love"

so the next morning, down to Looe on the train. cod on, boody